DocAndersen
Leaking around the corners
and finding a covering
quiet and complete
everything covered
but nothing hidden.
In the moment, when the light is dim
and the quiet spreads like
a pool of spilled water
growing as fast as the water pours.
The warmth slipping away
as the cover continues.
Unique is as much a curse
as a blessing.
The quiet always a blessing
always welcome
but fleeting.
Looks like inspiration is hitting you good Doc ?is it because of the winter and the holiday? Nice poem. I still have to get used to reading poetry instead of tech stuff from you ?