Quiet Waits For Me

Whether it be the leaf
falling silently unseen,
the heartbeat of a tiny bird,
tucked beneath its wing,

or the endless flow
of the river far away,
quiet is the constant backdrop
of my busy days.

So dependable, unfailing,
quiet waits for me.
It is where I disappear at night,
it beckons me to dream.

By Maria Brady-Smith

Photo by Mike Smith