There is still some shouting going on
And tears

I remember to
listen to my breathing
and it slows

The sparrow in the camillia bush
Beside my door
Feels so safe that she chirps and chirps
Even as I walk up the steps
And stand there

I stand at my blue door
Key in hand

The cats welcome me

I am slicing mushrooms
I slow down

I pick each up slowly

I hold each mushroom with the knife resting on it
for a moment
before I slice it

I savor
these moments

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