After a trial, once the storm
has passed, those hours
after your heart
has been beating so fast,
in the still-falling hush
once you can breathe again,
you find solace in the simplest
gifts, the quiet of evening,
your own favorite chair,
the way sunset casts light
through a parted curtain,
and you settle into the deep
sighs and familiar rhythms of home.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2021
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