busy lives grown calm and slow,
daily noise distilled to this:
soft humming in the kitchen,
wind whistling at the window,
snapping flames in the fireplace.
No longer in high motion,
multi-tasking, dashing out.
Steps confined to the back yard,
we take the time to listen,
feel, ponder, and to wonder
at bright stars, bird song, sunrise.
No more lunch gulped in the car;
now there's the chance to savour
tart oranges, crisp apples,
nourishment for heart and mind.
There's time for contemplation,
grounding the soul, sheltering.
It's not the time to make plans,
bustle, dream up big journeys.
Content instead with today,
this moment's small joys enough,
full of thanks for simple things,
family and home.
- K (written for my brother's birthday spent quietly at home)
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