Poem: In the Quiet of a Summer Afternoon

In the Quiet of a Summer Afternoon

In the quiet of a summer afternoon,

you can hear the birds chirping 

their greetings to each other,

you can hear the distant sound of cars 

zooming about the city,

occasionally you can hear 

a far off train blowing its whistle,

you can hear clocks ticking,

computers humming,

branches brushing against the house,

squirrels running on the roof,

the teapot boiling on the stove,

the cat purring on a nearby chair,

the washer rinsing and spinning,

your heart beating -

all of this in the

quiet

of a summer afternoon.