I quieted my life
Until the only thing I could hear
Was the sound that blood makes in your body
When you're still enough to listen
And the tapping of rain on the windowsill
And the simmer of sage leaves as they coil
The familiar clicking of a keyboard
And the steeliness of a frigid afternoon
Each of these an encryption
Reminding me what matters
Telling me where to go
~ Brianna Wiest