A Poem a Day

January 16, 2017

Calm quiet
      Crept up on me today-
I'm not sure when;
       I wasn't looking.
There's been stirrings
      of turmoil in the air
       the last week or so;
It looked as if Turmoil wanted
         To move in.
It's a slippery sliding slope
      sometimes
           but I hold on -
I'm a master of that.
   Today when I realized
      that quiet Calm was here
I didn't rejoice...
   I welcomed him softly,
                               with open arms.