Quiet

Every morning, every night,

that little breath of quiet, 

that perfect pause in the shuffle of sounds

restores the peace and balances the day.

Like diving into water with a great gasp of air,

and suddenly you float and the world feels far away. 

Those thoughts are free to tumble and tangle

until the answers, the plans, the visions,

are clear like rain-soaked glass.

I cover my ears,

and close my lips,

because I like to build my bubble

and softly swim away.

To where it is quiet.