Quiet

by Pat Antonopoulos

Morning stillness can be perfect. Alone, not awaiting, not anticipating...just alone in the quiet--a beginning.

Insomnia driven stillness rasps and grates, begging for snatches of sleep.

Quiet is a measure of distance when it separates a quarrel, anger and pain imprisoned in the stillness of refusal.

We learn from both loneliness and being alone. Quiet moments, tipped and balanced, serve us well.