Phone is ringing off the hook,
fax machine is gearing up,
and the copier groans
and the shredder whines,
and the people qeue-
all clamoring for my attention.
The view out the window beckons me.
Standing on the river bank
a new cacophony of sounds-
birds trilling their sweet songs,
squirrels are chattering high in the tree-tops
water gently laps against the shore,
the pause between each sound
is silence, blissful silence.