Quiet sits off centre
Waiting
Waiting to rise above to-do lists with no end
Waiting to be heard
In a busy world we must notice
Choose
To sink below persistent clamour
To reach the quiet place
Where even silence has a sound
Blood drumming
Breath flowing
Spirit humming
In the quiet I am free
Free to filter wayward thoughts
Free to capture timid dreams
And hopes unheard
Until now
In solitude invited
Layers of silence wrap tight
Solitude sought
Or bought
Even caught
Sinking deep the silent haze
Quiet, I will find you
You and all your friends
Tessa Apa 