Everything Everything All By Itself

Tonight is quiet in our house.
The kids are sleeping.
All the busy conversations
and check-ins are done.
The kitchen has been cleaned
and the house has been swept.
I'm thinking about budgets and numbers.
Becky's in the other room changing over the laundry and making tea.

And when I stop and listen
sitting here 
there is so much life out my open window.
So much life.

There are these moments.
Like the wind running  into our home
across my legs
while the moon is setting up the hill 
that snap me back 
and make me realize:
yes
I am here
these things are happening
this endless world is turning.
And I am not the cause or the center.

Everything Everything 
all by itself.