Blessed Silence

The laughter has died down

From the sleepover below

Even cat has found

His favorite napping spot

Only fans--the white noise of Seattle--

Blowing in cool air at end of day

And soft tapping keys

Intrude upon thoughts tonight.

Noise is overrated

Common

Loud

Obnoxious

Funny how so many people

Try to break the blessed silence

With complaints about the weather

Phone calls, questions, repeated words

They do not realize the depth to be found

In the listening

In the waiting

In the nothing.