i want to be with quiet
despite the clock ticking its decision for otherwise
i can try lean into its cupped chest upon waking
offer tea and scones in hopes of its linger
where do we pay for our attention
i rather like what may come from a space with nothing but air or light or heartbeat
or not from but of
i manage to sink into its silted surface this shift and swim of earth beneath soles
i pay it my two cents
i can afford its fee for a day