Quiet blooms
in the company of birdsong
the steady breathing of my partner
and all my cares
examined
and placed in their containers
some neat, others spilling forth
to catch at my attention.
In quiet I resist
those that bubble up too noisily
and look instead
to cherish
the care that needs me most.
Holding
the old anxiety
that I might not be loved enough
within a width of tenderness
I render its worry
obsolete.
Tanya Coburn
