There is something
to the quiet
that claims me
for a moment
in the chaos of the storm.
In the pointless afternoon
shamelessly stolen
for myself.
In the slow, unplanned
meander through
world and thought.
In the holy hermitage
of my own being
and the refuge of
uncontested silence.
In the temporary distance
from love and friend
and the cacophonous crowd
of other lives
that all so often fill me.
In this eye of life’s
vibrant hurricane,
in the vast but tiny
universe of my own
existence,
for a few deep breaths
there is only me and
I am enough.
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