Your Favorite Kind Of Quiet
A poem
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If I asked you,
what’s your favorite kind of quiet,
what would you say?
Would you paint me a picture of
your kitchen in the morning —
you with your sleepy eyes
and tousled hair,
the smell of coffee beans filling the air,
the early morning sun
streaming through the windows,
lighting the way,
setting the stage for the rest of your day?
Would you tell me about the joy that blooms
within your heart
when it’s just you and your notebook
or computer
or camera
or piano —
joined by the thoughts you have in your head,
and uninterrupted time to create?
If I asked you,
what’s your favorite kind of quiet,
what would you say?
Maybe you’d tell me about the peace
that comes when you sit
with your beloved,
with blankets of quiet surrounding you,
and the hum of your favorite television show
bustling on the screen —
for the love you both share is so deep
and true
that the space of quiet doesn’t bother
you.
Or perhaps you’d tell me of the ease
that your heart feels
when you are surrounded by
the ones who know each curve of your face
and freckle upon your cheek
and what tiny treats will make you delight
with joy —
for when you are with them,
you know that you don’t have to be anyone else
and that you are seen
and heard
and completely
loved.
If I asked you,
what’s your favorite kind of quiet,
what would you say?
