I love a quiet room;
Where pins drop
And curtains rustle
In the open window.
Alone with the self,
With sorrows,
With the good times—
Lasting friends
That catch you
When you fall, inevitably.
And a quiet room is
The best for them
To join you.
Today, I had
No such thing in my
Loud surroundings.
Which is okay too, since
Being kept busy
Is the next best thing.