The calm of this room, from where I‘m watching the storm
in light of white silver, clouds are bending their form.
They’re flying, no sound, from morning till noon –
the room in deep Winter when darkness comes soon.
And all is silent indoors. Peace for the making.
I do not feel much need for sound now, just taking
it in, this moment. Not what has been, no thoughts, no how,
don’t intervene. Just the room and me in the Now.