dark calm quiet house
rain gently taps the sky light
fingers tapping words
A very long day of tasks to complete lingers still, but in the stillness I somehow find a quiet mind.
Perhaps it is the surrender of energy spent, or maybe the rain quenching the dry and desperate earth- but somehow the constant tension in me has vacated- leaving room for poetry and a dinner of fresh chopped vegetables.
Somehow, I will finish it all. But for now, I will enjoy the calm.
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