Quieting Hours

The sun is setting, 

making a golden puddle

of light through a shaft

in the curtains.  I am sighing

away the day’s hours, 

reliving moments of joy 

and also the tensions 

that come with existing

during this incongruous

time.  The honeycomb 

pattern in the drapes 

diffuses the last evening

light so beautifully,

and I am content

to sit and process

all things.  I move

through the conundrums

first, make plans, pray

for guidance, relinquish

my need to control 

(well, at least I try), 

and then I settle 

on the highlights,

moments with those

people who make me

happiest, morning walks

with my hubby, the afternoon 

sun on my face, sweet new

blooms, and this time, 

the quieting hours 

that prepare us for bed.

—C.L. Fisher, August 2020

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