Padded rooms

Maria’s mother had a padded room
To keep the noise of the world out.
And yet she was trapped by the sounds in her head,
The noise of her own existence.

I have created my own padded room
A sunroom of tall windows to protect me from the cold.
Double paned glass the only barrier between me and  
The red maple, the calm lake, the expansive sky.

In the morning, 
I sit with my thoughts here
I sit with my plans and my dreams.
I sit instead of doing when I am in this room.
And that can keep the noise out too.

Except for the times I foolishly let it in. 
And I often foolishly let it in.