Too many noises.
Voices and thoughts crowd my head.
I push them away,
They get louder.
Insistent.

I try everything.
Nothing works.

Finally,
I
Sit.

And watch the inchworm crawl along the bark,
Stubbornly moving ever forward.
Listen to the bird
Singing a quiet melody,
For no one.
I look up and see
Yellow, orange, red
Leaves, never perfect.
Falling, gently.

And the crowded thoughts grow dim,
Tamed by the calm I see.
And I sit there,
And take a breath in the quiet woods.