a quiet pause with the plants

both air conditioners stopped spinning
the wind settled for a moment
and the only sound of warmed rain water running from the spigot
filling the watering can

no sway of the motherwort stalks
no rustle of the raspberry leaves
no waving of rhubarb

a stillness
in an abundance of green
between these closely nestled
duplexes

the wind stops, the sun sets, and here i am.