When the world is loud and complicated and my heart bangs like a wild animal in my ribcage,
I want the simplest thing in the world---
A small moment of quiet, of breath, of obscure slow-dripping tenderness.
And so I find that moment,
Or maybe it finds me.
Quiet lands in my heart like a feather
Wistful, dreamy, soft
I land in my own lap
And wrap myself up
In my own arms.
I'm naked here, twisted in the gossamer sheets of vulnerability.
And yet, in this quiet moment
Soft as the falling snow
I have never felt so
So I stay here, I linger, I dance, I settle.
The world might be loud when I leave this space,
But I will bring the quiet out there
I will carry it in my heart.