Silent storm

Calm after the storm and before.

While I sit in my rocking chair,
Soaking in the silky whisking air.
Post a journey through a hurricane.
Now you shell judge me all you can.

Strings of judgemental verses ,
Do not affect the rocking of my chair.
The bundles of words that curses,
Just wiggle away, for all I care.

The stillness residing in my being,
Adds to the annoyance of those,
who are relentlessly seeing.
Gasping the hushed uttering.
My ears can hear the inexplicit chattering.