Haiku of the deserted place

Stillness, how precious
in the midst of the mayhem;
time to take deep breath.

 

Deserted places
punctuate the noisiness
of insistent crowds.

 

A boat to escape,
find time to think, and to eat;
to pray and to weep.

 

A deserted place
to retreat from the masses.
Alas, they’ve found us!

 

From marketplace, farm,
city and village they come,
begging and hoping.

 

 

© Ken Rookes 2015

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