The Small Quiet of Living Out Loud

sometimes, in the small corner of a quiet house

with the rain coming down outside

I might forget my worth

or at least a few important words

certain non-niceties that have

become a kernel of quiet

in condemnation of

my frequent lack of restraint

maybe some of the things

I had to say were necessary

maybe it’s okay that I said

them a little loudly

maybe I could have said

them a little differently

maybe sometimes I might say nothing

and let the silence scatter like leaves

into poetry

or at least a few important words

a blooming of loud quiet

in celebration of

my frequent lack of restraint