This Quiet


This quiet
Isn’t really quiet
Soft music
Voices from across the aisle
Morning sun
And building’s fluorescent
Wooden table, like forrest
On glossy tiles

This quiet
Isn’t really quiet
A book
Open
Electronic mail
From peripheral eye
A white sheet
For writing
And thoughts
Are wrestling

Everything is quiet when no one hears
Your thoughts,
Loud as fingers typing,
They fall away
Then strangers stare into your eyes
Deaf

Everything is quiet when you are shouting
In your mind
Shouting
Your words leave marks
On no one but you

Everything is quiet when you are

Mouth shut
Heart pounding,
Breathing easily,
The way you are,
This morning –
Quiet
Like every other

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