In the quiet of the morning

My cat kneads my thighs

Preparing to nest there for a while

I listen to the quiet

And empty my mind

Cars pass my window

The washing machine enters

The spin cycle

Cycles — a beginning a middle an end,

Then a beginning again

Never ending cycles

What part of my cycle am I in?

Nearer the end now than the beginning

But now nearer the beginning than the end

Birds sing with ideas of their own

Out in the new spring day

The cat now warming my lap

Listens too

The clock ticks the minutes away

In this quiet house where my love

Still breathes in and out in sleep

My mind is not quiet just now

As I admire the ink sliding out of this pen

  One word at a time

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By Diane E. Dockum

©April 17, 2016