Now hear the quiet ticking of the clock
As brown rice bubbles silently along
And rain blows in to wake the seedy life
Of mud and flowers, fruit and veg to come.
This peaceful life at home makes silence lovely,
Makes dogs and words and boiling pots and seeds
A blended vision of such sweet contentment
That any other path seems less than this.
A life’s trajectory can change so quickly
The mind requires a long time to absorb
A new thought, fresher songs and greener branches
Of what was planned but could not be controlled.
So waking to a new and sunny morning
Takes time but sweet rewards come with the light.