There is a place, behind the eyes

where calm and quiet waits,

far from cities and suburbs of noise.

I go there, glad to be away from

visual and verbal pollution,

and increasingly massive hysteria.

A closing of the eyes gains entry

to an inner sanctum, a place of happy

memory, of slow motion movement

and lethargic thought.

A place to rest and restore emotions,

and gently patch over the cracks in

the facade of…

Life flows on,

uneventful,

undemanding,

till one moment

in time

changes that life.

Plans are shelved,

roadmaps altered,

instructions given,

new direction,

for better

for worse,

for ever.