To Dwell in the Small Safety

of a dog’s heart beat

a brown bird’s song


a bench in the sun like

a sigh to float on


a felt wing flap when

a dove grays along


a collection of mornings

untouched by doom


the quiet shrine

of an afternoon


the laughter of leaves

in a sylvan wind


a hug allowed from

beginning to end


to live in the ordinary



let me dwell in the

small things of life


that muffle the touch

and sounds of strife.



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