Chaotic Peace

Sitting silently in an absurdly loud room

My back leans against a pillar,

a partial section of the concrete frame completed by

large glass windows.

Chaos erupts around me,

cheerful chatter

innocent screams

the pitter-patter of tiny feet

unwanted flashes from cameras.

On my left is a photographic scene-

many sharks and tuna swim by

with graceful elegance

next to a taste from the tropics

that go by name Cartwright and Willis

Unwanted glares exchanged from impatient adults

to a silent me sitting in a

chaotic peace

Polite smiles cross my lips,

a shake of the head when they turn away.

Sweets hello's are said to me

by munchkins who are enthusiastically

welcoming their surroundings

Irritating shouts fill the room once again

by rowdy children, frustrated parents,

and wannabe mature teenagers.

The families of visitors come and go

I tune out the chaos when they come

let a sigh of relief go in the peace

when they are gone

My attention focus's onmy notebook

light reflecting in the water

leaves ripples to dance across the page

I write with cheer in the zen room

until I must leave to

enter the bitter cold

noisy world I unknowingly scavenge

for a zen moment

only that chaotic peace

can give me

Reviews

[Kiara]

chaotic peace....... just the title intrigues me to read this wonderful write and i think we have all experienced a little of it : ) great write