Alone In a Crowded Room

Sitting absolutely alone In a round room of riled people My brain feeling dry as a bone Staring at a silent steeple They’re sleeping upon a hill there In a shadowed silent graveyard Still, just resting lacking a care The smooth granite stones standing guard Charming clouds floating close above The sounds of calling gulls and surf No competing or push and shove In a plot of well trimmed green turf Safely absent from the rat race With constructed reality With make believe smiles on each face Sleeping through perpetuity A seldom soft fleeting footfall Leaving intermittent flowers Stopping for a tad to recall Then receding like spring showers Smiling, I return to the room The backbiting and bickering Critical deadlines that still loom People fretting about nothing