I hurry back to this room

Safe in this world of alone

Seeking only solace, prone

A respite from a day consumed

Surrounded by books and paper

The noise recedes outside my box

Secure from all imagined rocks

Riding out my gloomy nadir

It’s not the quiet

To which I aspire

It is instead

A muse so exquisite

That allows me to squire

All these words in my head