wrapped in quiet
a blanket, soothing
too slow for words
a moment in between
each content in our own doing
bowed over matter
we read, search, create
i am with two children
who bounce
as a rule
but not in this
unplanned sanctuary
how long do we have
in the emotional safety
of our muteness

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