The Silence of the Little Things
When I was 12
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
it blinked with shock
tumbled and fluffed
then settled in
with the silence of the little things
sourcing life’s energy
Later, with not even a split second’s notice
or a small nod of thanks
originally written October 2015
Nicole Marie Moen
Poems, stories, quotes and musings about mystery, humans and all life on earth.