I find the still and the quiet
although the quiet
really isn’t
–geese… robins… jays and starlings
— distant traffic… water… bees
— the breeze tickling my wind chimes
— the lazy sigh of the dog
the morning is full
of the music of life
and I
in the still of the morning
behind the anonymity hedges
and find
that small still space
to breathe

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