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On hot days, out on errands...dealing
with a quicksand situation...maybe a
quicksand of not so useful thoughts,
i close my eyes, to find a calm moment,
in a sea of honking cars and blabbering
voices....to stop a pounding headache,
.........to find some silence....but,
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"How does one find silence, anyway?"
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Deep among tiresome thoughts,
i take flight......a short bridge,
an ascending road,
with rows of quaint coffee shops,
small diners that serve hot, fresh
and delicious home-made meals.
Walk farther on...turn right, to
a guarded entrance...towards a
hilly, sloping walk...tough, painful
to the thighs and legs...headed to
a humble abode...a small white
house...a white gate with white fence.
The dogs are such noisy welcomers,
five ladies, all accurate storytellers;
i gladly listen to both...then, sit by
the small graveled space, with potted
philodendrons, succulents, and crotons,
lush from the daily rain showers...always
the best place to detox, to heal, all ways.
Being there at a graveled refuge, sipping
some sunset cuppa coffee, while gazing at
a copper-hued horizon, kind of unleash
a silence, so peaceful, it is where hot
summer winds...turn to cool breezes.
Amidst cacophony, silence is found
when flooded with notions of home,
.........../\ as if i were there /...........
sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 9, 2025