Retreat



The world around me
Noisy hurried rude
No time for quiet asides
Thoughtful musings
I need to keep up
Catch up, rush
Shove those thoughtlets somewhere
Not into oblivion
No
Just till the whirlwind
Lets off steam
I’ll make myself a space
In the calm centre
And retreat into myself.

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