Ellen Marsell

Evening

I love this deep calm 
who moving into my home
like a communion 
between invisible and sensible.
This warmth that caresses
the stories of these cities 
that surround me.
Some go toward the dream
others wake up
or never sleep at all ...
Quiet music of the present moment
that\'s the vesperal message.
When in the tumultuous streets 
of the mind everything purrs
like a cat curled up in a ball...