the quiet day

the quiet day

whose minutes tiptoe around my mind

I can play with words

lose those minutes and then hours

frittering them on notes that dance like galaxies in my head as I play

walking them away in the coolness of the evening

reading them away in stories and poetry

thinking about nothing and everything long and hard

I love the quiet day

 

*a pic taken by my daughter on the Oregon coast*

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