Solitude

I start my workday,
in a cube
A place to sit and
think, subdued

But, oh the din
One voice can make
Breaking in
for "just talk" sake

To think, to muse,
productive time
Cannot be found
within this clime

Must get away
To a place not still,
A place where
MANY voice trill

Rooms for waiting,
rooms for lunch,
Space where people
Gather, bunch

Many voices
Intermingle
None stand out
None are single

In these sites of
Solitude
I can find an
Interlude

Thoughts flow freely,
Ideas gel
Wits can wander
'long new trails

Notes on paper,
drawn by hand –
These will help me
Take a stand

Keyboard near,
in cubicle now
Notes won’t let
my focus cow

Singular voices
don’t interfere
But if they do,
Solitude is near