It’s Quiet Now

[Average Joe]

It’s quiet now

 

Here

 

Where waters lap among the reeds

 

I can hear myself think

 

And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible

 

Here at the laver

 

Before the temple of God

 

- the fire pops –

 

And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze

 

Ascends like incense

 

Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers

 

Heavenward to Nature’s God

 

Alone at twilight

 

Til nearby song birds sing

 

And I look across nature into the eternity

 

Nature's changing face reveals

 

And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream