Rather Suspect

It’s a challenge sometimes to find that quiet.

The city is busy: traffic, trucks, commotion. So I go searching for a quieter space, a café.

But the café is busy: people, conversation, plans. So I go searching for a quieter space yet.

But the problem so often is my mind is busy: worries, judgements, fears.

How does it get so loud in here I wonder? And why?