You may know Quiet as the one who
can understand her cats’ requests just
by the tone of their mews.
Or you may know Quiet by her contented closed eyes
savoring her first sip of soup.
You may see Quiet finger-tracing the intricate patterns of bark on a tree
or leaving the kitchen in mid-dinner prep to witness summer lightning.
But listen with intent, my friend, and you may also hear
the distant thunder of her resolute heart
pregnant with bold adventure.
I like to identify my inspiration(s) for each poem. The inspiration for this one comes mainly from a William Butler Yeats poem, In the Seven Woods. The line that caught my attention was “I am contented for I know that Quiet wanders laughing and eating her wild heart among pigeons and bees…”