The alluring emptiness of a white page 

free from clutter and electronic distraction,

the peacefulness of a smooth sheet

waiting for my words to gently rest on it…

Oh, how it calls me

in the midst of noise and business!

There, in the silent gaze of the white page,

my soul is free to unfurl its wings

and write with feathered quills

the thoughts that have distilled inside it. 

Oh blessed quiet 

in which to hear the silent whispers of my heart,

to set free the poems

that have been clinging to my fingertips

like small birds awaiting flight.

When you’re a busy mom of seven,

a quiet moment at the bus-stop 

with no wifi 

and only the baby 

becomes rather more entrancing than it used to be…

Hey, I’ll take what I can get!