I allow myself to wander
tentatively
then become lost
in the soft, steady knock of
rain,
on roof and windows
In this moment
between light
and dark
I am enveloped by a
soft, whispering cloud
of dusk
A rare moment of silence
has settled upon this
home,
outside of sleep it is
a hard place to find -
absent are meows, scripted lines,
cries or giggles
Few sounds can be
heard now,
the song of the rain
the steady rush of traffic
on a freeway, only a yard and
tangle
of blackberry bushes
behind the house
The occasional snore -
in a time when snores are still
soft and
sweet -
from the couch where
he naps, another rare occurance
I had turned away for
only a moment,
turned back to a transformation
from enthralled in a movie
to
a land of sleep
I lie awake
clean
out of the shower -
taken in the dark and quiet
fleece sheets create
a perfect place for
breathing
to meet dusk and
quiet
creating peace
I rarely feel this
calm,
it is a moment of
serenity, peace without
stimulation, light or
joy
It is enough
It is mine alone
Thoughts in the back
of my tired mind
tell me
do something
cleaning
waking
readying...
but I know the
value
of this moment
And I savor it,
floating
on this perfect gray cloud
until I meet
reality
again
