Silence, stillness, and solitude,
those sisters who walked by my house
every day for years, long braids
swinging with their gentle laughter,
secrets sliding between them,
those sisters I pretended not to see,
making myself look too busy to chat
or ducking inside when I heard
their footsteps, those sisters have
started stopping by for daily visits.
Now, instead of hiding, I leave
the door open for them, set the table
for four, and smile when they stroll in
and stay longer than I ever could
have imagined I would let them.