Hooves

You marvel 

at something 

as mundane

as time

Listening

to the rain

to the wind

to the leaves

Have you 

ever heard

the sound

of a deer

stepping

through

forest?

moving in silence
breath in the chill morning air
exhale quietly 

Winding down the 4th

Summers burns slowly through my throat
and makes her way down my esophagus.

The birds are flitting restlessly through the
branches of the lemon tree by my window.

Fireworks sporadically puncture the peace
of the early evening air while corpulent

bodies ease into rest of a near comatose
variety. A shrill cry pierces the air as a

car horn honks nearby. The fragrance
of thousands of freshly spent bbq grills

scents the air like an army of funeral pyres
prepared to fight the encroaching darkness.

Is there anywhere to be still? Is there any
place we can go to be quiet in the midst

of so much life? If there is...how can we
get there and how soon can we be there?