At present we hear
only the sound of
hush, hush, hush
and so take our joy
in things like warm red wine, like
a blanket and socked feet touching,
in the hours-long nap the babies have settled
into, in choosing which song-words to teach them
All is as it should be, nothing to fix,
nothing to re-arrange.
Nothing to do except lay my head on your shoulder
as the snow parades down and we applaud its perfection.
Stop, rest, wait.
Come evening we ladle out a slow-cooked dinner, clink
water cups all around,
and light the second candle.
Fill us with good things, I breathe.
Today is for hush and glow.