Enveloped in green hills, soft
and lush, cedar plank walls
and hanging quilts–multi-colored
in their complicated simplicity,
more quiet than I’m used to,
I’m battened here in a fabric of silence,
my ears alert for whatever’s
out there.  But I hear only
the faint click of an overhead
fan.  Great stretches of unoccupied
time.  My soul can breathe here,
nothing to do but be.