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'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house
Every creature was stirring and each had a mouse.
Not the furry kind with beady eyes and a tail,
But the kind that clicks 'round online without fail.
There's Audible in the living room and a few rooms over
My spouse on an online shopping site does hover.
Oh wait, there's a phone call for him and I know
I'll hear every last word from the get to the go.
And I, in my office, am trying to write
A blog post or perhaps a scene with insight
When a snippet of Harry Potter wafts through the air
Replacing my thoughts, leaving memory quite bare.
Or a bit of conversation floats in like a draft,
And does battle with the dialogue I'm trying to craft.
I love my family, really I do,
But they aren't exactly the quietest crew.
And the older I get, the harder it seems
To filter out sounds seeping in through the seams.
Add to this a pandemic where we're all here quite often
And I daresay my brain cells are starting to soften.
(Yes, I know that's a physical impossibility
But don't we without doors on our offices get some pity?)
Perhaps I'm a workaholic and need to step away
Or wait until there's a break in the fray?
But when it comes to my writing, there's no time to wait
When I finally have weeks without Zoom on my plate.
Wait -- what was that clang? That bang? That thump?
I close my eyes, hold my breath, and in my chair slump.
Should I go check it out? Should I wait for a yell?
Or should I just sit here and assume all is well?
The silence that follows is welcome, if brief
Bringing with it some lovely, if short-lived relief.
'Til a telemarketer in a move most ill-advised
Brings the interruption that I perhaps most despise.
My thoughts now are scattered, my motivation cracked
Yes, someone did turn the thermostat up again, in fact.
I try imagining my now-tropical office is a beach,
But since I'm gritting my teeth, that vision's quite out of reach.
It's their house, too, I remind myself again
As I take a deep breath and try to find my zen.
I take a sip of my Starbucks, a welcome surprise
Brought by my husband who early did rise
And ran several errands and took care of things
Giving me time to focus on writing that zings
(Or something that's like it -- there are no guarantees
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And my daughter's laughter floats down from upstairs
Bringing with it a joy, that catches me unawares
Reminding me that quiet is a double-edged sword
That some days might inspire, but other days leaves me bored.
As you see, I'm conflicted because it's quiet I need
To give my swirling ideas a chance to take seed.
But here comes another noise, small but
Distracting enough that I feel my composure is cracking.
Yes, I love my family, but this I know is the case:
What I want most for Christmas is a soundproof workspace.
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