Barefoot on carpet

Poems and Things

Calm
The raging thoughts in mind.
The whirlwind sound in ears.

Shh…
The baby.
His words.

Sweet Isolation,
Feeling my toes touch the carpet at the kitchen table.
Being by myself slouching, elbows on the table.

Nothing is
On my mind.
My alibi.

No
thoughts but carpet under my toes.
Sounds, but breath and carpet.

Yes, I should
Do this again.
Be silent and mindless, slouched with bare feet on carpet.

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