Lunchtime Luxury (a poem)

In this noon hour,
     I'm alone.

The swaying tree
      puts me both
           in the shade
           and warmed by the sun.

There is no music,
      no beeps of phones,
      no television noise or radio sounds;
           just the wind blowing.

I wonder what sunlight
      would sound like
           if it had a sound.

Right now there is peace with no one around.
There is serenity in the solitary,
and for now
      this is what my soul craves.

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