The quiet moment came yesterday.

I thought to judge it,

Before I really sat in it.

And I remembered,

This is peace.

Quiet.

Okay.

No impending doom,

To fight through.

Just silence,

And a wonder,

Of what will be.

I used to think the quiet was boredom,

An invitation to believe my life was going nowhere,

Or I was losing,

And I would recreate drama,

To not feel the silence.