Listening to the fire place metal click

Tick tick

Only coals left now

It’s all burnt down

Becoming gentle grey ash

That will be cold by morning

Sitting with my back to the couch

On the cool timber floor

Warm air rising all around

There is so much comfort to be found

Present in the present moment

Cognisant of a quiet

So profound that my ears feel left on inside out

Listening to the ring of silence

Which means it’s not quite so quiet after all

The fridge hums from a long way off

And I’m listening to my thoughts

Switching them off as they come

One by one

Behind my closed lids

I watch them arise

Approach the path to my door

Turn them away

I don’t live there anymore

Chaos has left this place

No forwarding address

And it won’t be back

So don’t

Knock

No answer

Kept in check

Don’t knock

No answer

It won’t be back

And I watch them turn and walk away glum

Smile a little softly

Because I’ve become

The person

Who doesn’t need an answer

Click

Click

Click

Goes the metal cooling down

And I know how it feels

To smoulder

*it’s been a week. Sorry for the silence, the lack of reading too. I’ll catch up with you, looking forward to it. Enjoy the week-end. Header photo is an emu feather from a recent morning walk.

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