Silence
cradles life
on the North facing porch this morning
two dogs snore
charcoal gray striped cat stares
a couple of black flies and a tiny tan moth
frame the hazy humid valley below
after last nights thunderstorm
only the highest wispy tree branches
sway just a little
air handlers rumble
along with invisible airplanes above, cars below
the occasional piercing chirp of a mockingjay
so this is
how it feels
to chug the joy
that flows from the heart of God
drunk off love