Silence XVIII

A bustling Monday morning
Drooping shoulders rushing by
Concentration cris-crossed on faces
Of people who whiz around,
Who need to work, to get to places.

I've decided to take it easy,
Work can wait, but this moment won't
I drink in this sunny morning,
Freshly watered pink and purple blooms,
Gaze into my cup of coffee
Read my thoughts wave on by.

Softly sigh and settle back in my chair,
Close my eyes,
Take a deep breath
Tune my ears to the chirping of the birds
Block out everything else
Hear the birds fade away
And listen intently to

My unfathomable silence.