In a Church- Kathryn Simmonds
No, no time for this the outside clamours to be heard, the books, you see, the books. In here it's dark, the sun has slid away. There are necessities. The cars are travelling at speed, with me, fast; the days, my days, must be pinned down, accounted for and coloured in. I need to go, I need to go my way. to which my soul said Stay.