We have a
Pile of kids. So until the hour
Comes when they just pass out, we are always
Buzzing with sound
With pinging desires with
Stuffed animal
Landslides. Yet now and then
Comes a certain
Stillness which chimes–
As harmonic as
The alto and soprano voices
Poured into the ‘Ave Maria’
Which pinned them down
And rocked them there.