The space between sleep and busy
~ where the stuff of life lies
plays to the rhythm of the phone,
the doorbell’s ring, children’s voices
asking why a million times,
aromas of bubbling sauces and stews
without the stuff of life
there would be an incessant hum
or a silence with no end ~ even ones thoughts could grow silent.
So I’ll bake bread;
listen to birds chirping happily,
take in the aroma of my kitchen or
from a restaurant down the street;
hear the traffic of sidewalks and lanes
~ when it’s time to sleep, I’ll dream.
“Get busy living or get busy dying.”
~ Stephen King
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