Quiet

There is something nice
  about sitting in the dusk,
Watching, waiting to hear
  what might ring true.

There is something about
  drinking a soft tea.
Waiting to hear what rises
  within, like the dawning.

There is something still
  about holding a babe,
Bouncing up and down
  feeling the soft, new skin.

There is something about
  taking time to breath.
Getting to know the self
  and being well in soul.