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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