After a rainy day like today, I was reminded of this old poem of mine. Simple pleasures make the difference during this time. Hope you are safe and well.
Quiet in the house.
Just the dropping of the rain.
The furnace sighs.
I sit by the window,
cold pouring off the single panes,
legs bundled in muted blue wool.
My mind is quieter
having left my job. Gone,
the constant chatter behind my eyes.
A few days obsessing about a house task,
then the familiar cortisol storm
I have longer pauses to hear
the crickets in haiku poems,
peel the loose skinned satsuma.