Quiet Moments

I feel the gloomy gray of this autumn day
as I watch the rain come down
solid, steady - no sign of the sun
whose time of movement to the south
is well under way

and a sense of quiet comes upon me
as I wander through this time's reality

I remember coming home from school on such days
and hearing the whistle of steam
coming out of the pressure cooker
that filled the house with the smell of pot roast

and that time until dinner was ready was mine
to do or not do as I pleased

more often than not,
I would find the room that no one else was in
and in those quiet moments
I simply chose to be

? Michaelette ?

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