A Quiet House

Before the dog barks and the doors creak

I savor the quiet house

Before the dishes pile

Before the noisy noisy

I tiptoe towards the coffee

I savor the stretches

The simple floor yoga of early time

Before the clothes are strewn about the bathroom floor

Before the counter is cluttered with daily usage

I sit cross-legged in gratitude 

May I be open and receptive

May I turn towards my growing people

May I choose love

Before the buzz of the day

I quietly study

I silently type

Before the beautiful, messy whirlwind

I dance with spirit and hope to remember

When the silence ends 

Time is fleeting and even the noise is precious.