It’s Really Something

A quiet moment is like any other
Home or shelter—considered from the outside,

On approach or over the shoulder looking
Back on it, it may not seem so attractive,

A rather homely moment spent uselessly
In some odd, out of the way way. Within it,

However, it’s another story, the charmed
Sense of being in a world within a world,

Secure and yet connected, well contented
To simply sit, as at a window, watching

The quiet moment go by. There’s nothing much
Going on, there never is. But it’s something.