Haiku of the deserted place

Stillness, how precious

in the midst of the mayhem;

time to take deep breath.

Deserted places

punctuate the noisiness

of insistent crowds.

A boat to escape,

find time to think, and to eat;

to pray and to weep.

A deserted place

to retreat from the masses.

Alas, they've found us!

From marketplace, farm,

city and village they come,

begging and hoping.

© Ken Rookes 2015