The Morning silence
again invades my senses:
dog quietly snoring,
refrigerator humming,
the slightly humid air slowly swirling.
A cool cup of coffee sits at hand,
waiting to be washed down and then refilled
with the overhot coffee in the pot.
It is a moment of background noise
yet intense quiet, the day waiting to begin:
a welter of thoughts and actions struggle
in my consciousness trying to get out and take action
before their time.
But I will sit here, at least for a few more minutes,
enjoying the peace that is not silence
and the state of relaxing
before the coming storm.
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