I longed for a place, my body to rest
to quiet my troubled mind,
I searched for someone to share my thoughts
a face that seemed patient and kind.
Through shopping centre and city park
I roamed, but all in vain;
everyone hustled and bustled by
unaware of my pain.
I searched for a church, to sit quietly
hoping for a retreat,
but every church was locked up tight
like the people in the street.
©1994 Sharron R. McMillan