In the search for peace

I scramble for patience,

For the ability to block things out

To be met with blissful silence.

I scurry for the cover of darkness,

That soothing shielding shadow.

I can hide and be lost there,

One of many in a lightless meadow.

Wrapped in wool to keep out the chill,

I can inhale the night air.

I can taste the tender breeze

And unwind my hair.

But for the pursuit that yields

An afternoon of bliss,

I would go mad swimming in

A hurrying, hot and noisy world like this.