Quieting Poem by Anna Pine

Quieting



Quiet house

Loud mind



footsteps in wool socks quieted on the rug

then sounding impossibly loud on the hardwood



thoughts not able to stop

sitting still, mind going a mile a minute



book open to a distraction, it's not working

clock keeps ticking



quiet outside

finding quiet inside

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