Leaving Stress Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Calm, balmy day in February, sky totally clouded over,
white as far and wide as anyone can see.
Thoughts piling and falling over one another in absent-
minded reveries.
A cool gentle atmosphere surrounds me as I sit and
write.
Activities in varied forms are all around, but I don't
care to join in any of them right now.
Buildings standing, looking over my shoulder, not being
able to read a word I write.
Such a secure private feeling stirring within, eases the
stress and strain of the day.
Now calm, serene, away from the havoc of the office
bosses, I can at last be myself and enjoy life once
again tonight.

(2/28/96)