Thursday, November 15, 2007

The Simple Things: A Poem

A bird cracking into a peanut
The sound of soothing melodic tunes drifting in and out of my background
Incense stinging my nose with tranquil breezes

Taking a deep breath, my muscles are starting to let go.
Paint on my fingernails dries
Thoughts of the work week ahead start to interfere
Pushing them out, I notice darkness approaching around me.

A snore lets me know my husband is still alive
Soft hums radiate from my computer
There is no other place I'd rather be.

How nice to just sit and coax in nothingness
Your mind meshing into the keystrokes
Legs crossed I demand nothing less than silence.

The bird is quiet save the crackling of the peanuts.
Thank goodness for peanuts.

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