This time


I tread lightly,
carefully pack my bags
with the essentials.

And where might I go?

I find refuge
among the stacked
volumes of time

on page 356
war breaks,
though -peace finally comes!

So why?
Why so long to answer my poem?

Patience -a virtue
when understanding
is dim.

Who sees all
Knows all
Hears all?

I wait…
Silence.
A
nd where might I go?

Room stripped of color.
To my room. To read.
And write.

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