Next Best Thing

I love a quiet room;

Where pins drop

And curtains rustle

In the open window.

Alone with the self,

With sorrows,

With the good times—

Lasting friends

That catch you

When you fall, inevitably.

And a quiet room is

The best for them

To join you.

Today, I had

No such thing in my

Loud surroundings.

Which is okay too, since

Being kept busy

Is the next best thing.