Quietness of mind.
Cocooned, surreal state.
Fertile arena for ideas to float.
Doors shut against every rabble,
all noise-some pests.
Wondrous state to ponder anew,
plethora of potential possibilities.
Noiseless lonesomeness soothes
and nourishes my cranium occupant.
Medulla oblongata thanks you!
Reason refreshed on solitude’s
altar; matched only by silence itself.
Otiose state, abandoned in seclusion.
Yes, I love my own company.
This sequestration of my mind,
in my space, at my pretty pace,
for my peace. Soothing is the
privacy this isolation brings.
No, you are not welcome
to my state of incognito.
Better to remain faceless
in facing my issues; confronting
them fiends of progress, retooling
my smarts, recharging my batteries.
Oh, how I long to be festooned,
moored on these shores,
© 20th January 2017. Adewale Adeniji