The world is too much with me.
Crises on every side,
Voices scream in my head
Do something! Do something!
But, oh, can I not, just for a little while,
Pull into my spiral shell all the way to the narrow end,
Brace my hard shelled foot against the noise,
And find a place to breath, to rest, to be.
Elizabeth Creighton says
My sentiments exactly.