Grateful Whispers

The sheets are messy. The book is still open

I'm glad... for the small things

Like the way the floorboard creaks

Thank you. To the walls. To the ceiling

For holding this peace... So carefully

The radio is off, but the groove is on

Waiting for the rest of the night to be gone

Something old, something soft

In the way the curtains... move aloft

I don't need much. Just a little bit of this

This quiet corner. This morning bliss

Thank you. To the walls. To the ceiling

For holding this peace... So carefully