Silence Descends

The heat of afternoon,

Sticky faces, snow-cone spills,

Knees bruised and clothes full

Of stains from the day’s fun.

Then, as if called to prayer, they come

And find their own places of rest.

They begin their quiet, paged journeys.

The heat cools and the joy-noises fade.

 

Silence descends and

Hovers through the house.

Like a breeze from the ocean come

to blow the fog away.

The spaces within my heart open to

life as a kind of perfection.