How many tones ring
in your ears when
you silence Them?
When you uninvite
Them from the daily
celebration that is
your morning coffee?
When you mute Their
urgent, insincere pleading
and fearmongering?
Do you suddenly
hear papery leaves
—mere buds, last time
you noticed them—
rustling in the whisper
of a breeze?
How many heartbeats,
before eternity settles
back into your center?
Until the exquisite
smallness of the everyday
smooths the lines of
tension from your brow?
Try it now, and
count yourself
among the blessed.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Winslow Homer, Girl in a Hammock, 1873
Oil on canvas, Colby Museum of Art (via Wikimedia Commons)
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