Sometimes things are simply
too quiet.  I scan the shelves
looking for one of the many books
I’ve yet to read.  Not in the mood.
Television is trash.  Laundry is caught
up; dishes are done.  I feel like
I’m in the twiight zone, the calm
before the storm.  Then it happens:
Hurricane Kyle.  My grandson
is coming for as visit.
Forget quiet.