there are graceful orchid stems,
bright white, on the cream walls.
We shuffle in again.
My shoulders are tense,
my tinnitus is shrill and loud,
the quietness is difficult to find.
I pull my hat down,
wrap my scarf around;
descend into the stillness here.
Doze off; manage to stop my self
from falling off the chair.
And still; in this stillness;
thoughts settle down; emotions fall away.
And I am here again;
quite present to my self,
and to the world,
at the end of this Spring day.
© Ingrid Andrew <> HeartsSong