The Retreat

The exterior distractions...

horns beeping
dramas unfolding
to hijack the serene state
of being among my people
delighting me
in richly, layered fantasies
embracing my need
to cruise this syllable-driven countryside

These exteriors seem so disinterested
in the result of these threaded sentences
or the vibrant canvas
we splash our colours on
to show a little skin

this interior passion...

shields me
in a roster of heavyweights
pens worked dry;
daily snippets
of intrigue
catalogued
and expanding
by the day.