Cell
Hiding in our houses,
Solitude creeps near,
We’re unwilling anchorites,
This is a new frontier.
We’re good at diversions,
The internet and phones,
Not so much ourselves,
When we’re all alone.
But how else to think clearly,
Than when silence reigns?
Come and hear the still small voice,
Within your new domain.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2020
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