the noise circled and spun and spiraled

she longed for the silent escape of a a moment

for the voices to stop

for her mind to quiet

so she ventured into the center of the noise

and found blessed silence.

the wind howled across the frosted air and her pulse quickened, her breath puffed out as she realized that the voices had nothing whatsoever to do with her and she had the power to escape across the snowy landscape into the womb space of the in between. Β her past was back there and her future was out there and the space in between was the silent now, the center of everything, the quiet of nothing.

and she exhaled.

and listened.