Haven Poem by Ann Mckeeman

is it quiet, where you are?
….do the streams and eddies of life touch you or are you wrapped so closely
within the silence that not even the lightening can rouse you from your reverie…
perhaps you have journeyed overlong, and become lost in some primeval forest of the mind…
and having no way back you simply lay down and begin to immerse yourself
in fanciful kaledoscopic cloud-realities….which do not cut your heart or wound your soul…
…adrift on an icy calm sea, does your buoyancy allow you to linger-
between here and somewhere-
like a lovers kiss farewell…feeling the ghost of what was, numbed and yet still breathing
as you peruse the volumes of knowledge to be found in the skies above ….
(secretly, desperately, calmly, i envy your existence…and i wonder
…is it quiet? is there peace? is there?