The world has a way of shouting
despite having nothing to say!
I want every day to have that Sunday vibe
I've done lifes chores
I don't care about the weather
and I am tired of bright flickering screens,
the glow that promises everything - yet delivers only a hollow emptiness,
so I shall pull the curtains shut
not to hide,
but to see what remains
when the glare has gone.
I know my bones have found their own rhythm
one much slower than that of the clock on the wall.
I want to sit in the heart of an afternoon
where the only sound
is the soft rhythmic breathing of the dog
settled next to me on the sofa
my only pressure
our warm loyalty
and her knowing that I'll feed her later
and knowing that my wife is sat across from me - a quiet presence,
a familiar grace.
We do not need to cloud the air with speech.
the silence between us is not empty
it's an understanding
an understanding between two entwined souls.
I don't care
the world can carry on without me.
Let the waves of breaking news
break themselves against other shores - not mine!
I am retreating into the center of my life,
finding the man I was
before the world told me who I must be.
I am home,
the door is closed
and I have all I need.
