"...this quiet is only quiet..."

I signed up to receive a daily poem via email from Poets.org (the fine people who bring us National Poetry Month), and this one came through the other day. It is lovely:

Yellow Bowl

If light pours like water
into the kitchen where I sway
with my tired children,

if the rug beneath us
is woven with tough flowers,
and the yellow bowl on the table

rests with the sweet heft
of fruit, the sun-warmed plums,
if my body curves over the babies,

and if I am singing,
then loneliness has lost its shape,
and this quiet is only quiet.

--Rachel Contreni Flynn