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.