quiet

i love the silence
of no one but me being home.
i love the feel of my sitz bones on the hard wooden seat.
i'm alive
and so are you.
i smelled the reek of marijuana on a respectable
man's breath this evening.
it's legal now and he feels good.
he feels alive and is smiling
even thought i know he works very hard
and argues with his wife.
i love the look of the multi-colored clothing
strewn across the floor even though it's
messy.
i love making up music that sings
like poetry.
who would have thought.