Hallways

There’s something sublime about wandering through our home in the quiet hours, alone and unnoticed, looking at all the little bric-a-brac we’ve accumulated through the decades, listening to the whisper of my own feet on polished boards or soft rugs, inhaling the air through which my wife and I move each day and night.

The holy hush.

I am surrounded by it. I feel forgotten, like one of Merton’s monks, and I enjoy the feeling.

Through the hallways I move, watching, listening, aware, ready.

But time and the outside world always intrude.

~ S.K. Orr