Is anything more contagious than a child’s laughter?

There are so many sounds
that I don’t want to hear
when I’m trying to cultivate
a silent plot of time

Among them is not:
the sounds of my children,
whether at war or peace,
for those are the sounds
of life in all its noisy glory

One day will come,
in a plot of silent time,
too much space between
the sounds of life,
I am in no hurry to find
that much silence