She sits on the soft colorful cushions and stares at the
Soft yellow light peeps out from the pristine clouds
And streams into the quiet spotless living room.
The only sound is the hum of the refrigerator,
And an occasional fire siren on the street below.
She could put on music; she can’t select from the endless possibilities.
Instead, she sits in the quiet.
It’s not like this in most of her friends’ homes.
There’s boisterous laughter and rowdy kids
Running through the houses joyously singing.
In her home, she sits in the quiet.
“Everyone is alone at some point in their life,” she’s heard.
“How do we use that time?” The speaker described options.
None of the choices fit her.
The Fifth Question* hangs in the air: What should she do with the quiet?
*The Pesach (Passover) Haggadah has four questions. This person has an additional query.