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!