Ten Times Over Poem by Edwina Reizer

Ten times over in one hundred ways
I have said aloud.
'Keep me away from the source of evil
and a thirsting crowd.'
'Tis better I think to be alone
and allow your thoughts to roam
then to surround yourself with other's thoughts
and let them fill your dome.
And what of the heart that's never quiet
because of noisy phrases?
Its beat will become unbearable
and succumb to unearthly blazes.

And so I start each day by counting
all the thoughts I've had.
I find that when I do this thing
my thinking is not sad.