Quiet
And living in the now
The wind and waves moan and plash,
otherwise it’s quiet,
it’s early in the morning,
after a cooler night.
The heat is gone; it’s travelled on,
the embers are still glowing,
the hot weather has travelled north,
now a southerly is blowing.
In my mind I’ve left behind,
the travel through the babble,
all is quiet and in spite,
of thoughts I like to dabble.
I’ve whittled off the dead wood,
and left with a green bough,
it’s called dispensing with the past,
and living in the now.
Springtime senses summer,
new shoots stand up tall,
and I can hear the withering sound,
of the peace dove’s call.
All is quiet in my mind,
no niggling expectations,
just the cool soliloquy,
pointing to new directions.
Sweet leafy lanes and refrains,
hills bowing in the mist,
the soft dew on the grass,
that the morning’s kissed.
Let me live in peace and quiet,
take away the noise,
sail away on the next ship,
to the Ship Ahoys.
I’m not left in limbo,
or leaning on a post,
I’ve opted for quiet,
where I benefit the most.
We sit and wait for sunrise,
and drink in the quiet,
and revel in the mystery,
of the disappearing night.
©
David Rudder
4th November 2020
Thanks for reading.
