Today I want

A comfortable contented soothing silence.

A shy smile.

I want to shelve my worries.

Set them up there and slide them toward the back

So they don't fall down

and land on me.

I'd stack them carefully

and put the heaviest ones on the bottom

and maybe just toss some of the lighter ones

Out.

I want a warm quiet calm.

so I can read to you

until my voice does that

scratchy husky fading

that it does

when I say too many words.

Break the comfortable contented soothing silence.

Recite the written words.

The ones with the rounded letters

that most of the best words have.

On the pages

of the book

that you hold for me

to read to you.