Alone, at last, alone
I close the door, for peace.
Here I can do anything,
there is no one to say no.
The sound of my breathing,
is pleasant relief from chaos;
outside, everything goes where it pleases.
Right now, all I need is here;
a comfortable chair, good music,
and paper, lots and lots of paper.
No one to bother me,
just peace and utter quite

Linda Morrow