When Words Do Not Come
when words do not come
when thoughts are evasive
what we are left with is opportunity
to listen
the children are sleeping
offering the rare sound of silence
no voices to shout over
no frustrations to express
the white noise of a fan in the room
grounds me in this place
while the dryer warms the clothes
that will offer comfort tomorrow
an opportunity to listen
when there is nothing particular to hear
can carry the burden of loneliness
or the rarity of peace
so easily I am lost to the former
but today is a gift
today my thoughts are gentle
today my heart is light
today I can rest in this moment’s hush