Save Her

She rests like she means it, purring occasionally, noise like a distant tractor engine.  Her rest is very different from the unrest I get hung up in.  My attention spans out in slender threads, my interest distracted by the tiniest of vibrations.  

Sitting with her, I am able to gather the momentum of my own thoughts, to reign in now without a thought to next.  I lower myself by the fine silk of focus, back into the present.  She helps me find slow in the midst of fast, hear quiet in the noise.
Seconds pile on top of each other, like quilts, resting gentle in my mind.  I breathe deep, put everything away, save one.  Her.
JEB