the quiet

being tired like this,
is something
I've grown used to.
bone weary
in work clothes,
standing at the sink
with a turkey sandwich,
watching
the cars pull into
the lot.
kids getting out,
husbands and wives.
dogs too.
I can hear them talking.
do your home work.
i'll start dinner
while you walk the dog.
don't forget the mail.
I set a plant beneath
the spigot and let the water
trickle over it,
then the other,
i set them back
onto window sill.
the quiet is here.
it's been here for way
too long.