The Silence of the Little Things (2)
 
Every morning I take
my wee dog Peace
out into the yard
where he releases the night’s accumulation
of water back into the earth.
OK. Ya.
He pees.
 
Today his tiny friend
Matilda was there
with her grey/white yin/yang face.
 
I crouched to greet her.
With the silence of the little things
she stood on her back feet and smelled my face
her paw almost not touching my knee.
The sweet force of her curiosity
toppled me back
and we laughed
as Peace held the space
and Matilda winked.

originally written October 2015

The Silence of the Little Things
 
When I was 12
a robin
crashed into the cathedral glass
knocking itself cold.
 
I picked it up
and placed it in a small box
lined with soft.
 
I put the box on the porch
and watched.
 
Soon revivified
it blinked with shock
tumbled and fluffed
then settled in
with the silence of the little things
sourcing life’s energy
from mystery
            calm
            and time.
 
Later, with not even a split second’s notice
or a small nod of thanks
it stood
and flew.
 
originally written October 2015