“There was a Stillness that settled on her
Like early morning snow fall
That tamps all sound except crystalline impact.
It happened as she climbed the stairs,
Clothes basket on her hip,
And passed her child’s napping place,
The smell of a roasting chicken tagging along
From the kitchen below.
And she breathed in that Stillness and smiled
When it pressed into her chest,
Exhaled on her and whispered:
‘You are never going back’.” – Ilana Hulsey Rea