The noise is deafening this morning
Words are not breaking through
And fear, loosed to run rampant
Upon the flowers and fruits
I’ve been growing,
Trampling burgeoning beauty,
Is growing in strength and ferocity-
Slithering among my garden
Are snakes of many colors
Some shedding skins
Some hunting
Some there just to get warmed
By the sun-
I am drowning in my lack
This inability to quiet my head
And drown away the noise that
Plagues my heart so
Would that I could find a sliver of peace
Within it I would hide my face
Until the quiet returns again.