Connection

Breathing comes more naturally
Than conversation
As we work side by side,
Separate and apart.
The CD player croons melodically,
The dogs stretch and sigh,
Asleep in their favorites spots.
My thread hisses softly
As I pull it taunt
While weaving my needle in and out of blue cotton.
Outside,
Multi-colored cars zoom along an endless stretch of black pavement,
The willow trees rustles in the summer breeze,
Children shriek gaily in their carefree games.

The CD player falls silent,
And as if in tune,
The rest of the world does too.
For a moment,
All is still and quiet:
Peace and satisfaction flood my body
Like water gushing over a fountain.
Surely this is the best
Life cannot improve more.

For a moment,
The world is connected.

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