Sprawled out on the couch
Belt undone and pants unbuttoned in
Summer sunlight sneaking in between the curtains
Where the cat had moved them sticking its head out to look at
Birds hopping across the rocks until they grew too hot
And flittering into the browning branches
One hand fallen on the heart
Breathing in and out in quiet peace

There is a peace in a quiet time
After the tacos have been eaten and
Cups of coffee drunk
Washing away the cares of the world for a while
Baptism performed by no clergy
But ministry of self to self
Following no order of worship but
Soothing the soul no less for that

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