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