Quiet Mountain Essays

Copyright ©, 2005; All Rights Reserved by Author

Bliss
by
Debra Monte Wetzel

As I reached to close the curtain
Out of the corner of my eye
I saw myself.
Not as a reflection in the window,
Instead, I was walking down the road,
Coming toward my house.
I was alone.
I was younger.
No, older.
I wanted to get in.
To come inside – my life.
The life that goes by in an instant.
The life I hear as I listen to my sons weave tales from their bunkbeds
at night,
The life I see as I watch them run barefoot through the grass,
The life I smell when my baby comes out of his bath,
The life I taste - sticky Popsicle kisses dripping in the sun.
The altogether chaos of my sons – of my life.
Until in what seems to be a fleeting moment
All is at once quiet, serene, alone.
Over.

Contributor's Notes...

Debra Monte Wetzel, a writer and poet, homeschools her four sons in upstate New York.  She has written
several children's books and is still searching for interested publishers.  An article of hers will appear in the
September/October issue of Back Home magazine.

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