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pockets of stillness
I’m walking o work
The humdrum of the morning
Invades my senses
There is no escape,
Cars, the trains, planes overhead
How do I crave some silence?
Around me is endless chatter
Friends, catching up
Acquaintances offering polite conversation
There is no time for complacency.
I turn into my office
I close the door, locking out the din
And I sit within my very own pocket of stillness.