Wooden Ceiling Fan - Sonnet 23

To turn your gaze inwardly, lingering

Inside for longer than a moment more;

To stamp your feet in joy across the floor

And jolt the vinyl disc's "Ring-a-Ding-Ding";

To open up the windows, letting snug

Sunlight from mountain peaks wash us in blue;

To feel your homely armchair surround you

And complement the coffee in your mug;

To balance your obsession with the new

And novel, something else to conquer thus,

With sentimental things you long to just

Embrace and never lose your grip on, too:

The truest beauty of the life we live

Is found in quiet hours the pauses give.