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