My space

Pic courtesy The Conversation

Surrounded by swirling snarls and sounds,
with cacophonous chaos clicking around
the humming, the thrumming, the buzzing and the bustling
recede into nothingness with pages unfurling

In the throbbing omphalos I sit with a book, budhha-like
drinking delicious words with my eyes
finding my cosy space, losing myself in the maze
and I am at home, at any location or any place.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Ingrid, has asked us to write about inspiring places or spaces.

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