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