After My Sweet Moment Of Hush Poem by Shirley Harrison

After my Sweet Moment of Hush
Is there no way out of the mind?
you would think a door or window would help?
sometimes it feels as if it will explode inside my head
some days I can hear my pulse
blood pumping, as mind rummages

I often wonder if I could possibly remove myself from it?
escape for a while?
every now and again?
just to be in a quiet place
within?

perhaps sitting in a meadow surrounded by pink tulips
sunshine and blue skies
silence and peace
birds singing in the oak tree
without my mind
and all it's hustle

I could certainly be spoilt
in luxury couldn't I?

but of course...
I'd most probably want it back
after my sweet moment of hush.