A Nap in Forever

And again you say to yourself,
In a soft moment, This is it,
This is life, this sunny window,

This hour of quiet in the house,
The tree of bees and hummingbirds
Outside, nodding purple flowers,

And the quiet amazes you
When you let your mind rest in it—
How slow this planet is without

Communication troubling it,
Without local conversation,
The clouds drifting, coalescing

Moment by moment for billions
Of years—forever, more or less.