I’ve taken to ear plugs in search of silence
The world is too loud for me I can not take
It any longer. I can at times find a space in
Music lost in the thought or words of another
But slowly the world again finds my hiding place
And encroaches upon my domain
Every now and again I find it in a poem or story
In which I can hide  myself and transport to the
Word of another, but then I am drawn back
At the end or disturbed by something that has
Caught the corner of my mind
Where is my rest for at times even dreams do
Await me when I try to close my mind and eyes
For rest
Is there really no space for nothing in this world