The street light flickers in fits and starts.
Distant sounds of traffic filter through in parts.
No other sound except those from my thoughts.
Those relegated to the back shelf to be brought forth at a later hour.
Some clamour for comfort.
Others seek some light.
Some just want to be held close.
Others want to dance away the night!
In the outward cacophony of routines and rush.
I grab a rare moment of pause.
I sit and listen to my thoughts.
Acknowledge them or accept or even reject as apt.
The quiet is therapeutic.
The calm is a balm.
Much as I’d want to stay, I have to head back into the daily storm.
So I walk up the street with the flickering light,
Hoping to soon grab a pause-get a silent respite.