Did you ever have a quiet of the soul?
A quiet, almost like the stillness of pond
with no ripples on it?
A quiet of the full moon in
a field of stars?
A quiet of the hare silently bounding
through the night-swept graa?
A quiet of where thoughts do not stick
to your mind but simply dissolve?
It is an odd thing,
when my head is so usually full of things
to simply feel the quiet:
a soft dark blanket that quietly drowns