Friday, November 03, 2006

Outside, Looking In



Brown leaves blow against glass
tap silently for entrance.
Titmice shuffle, hoard beechnuts,
eyes squinting, wary. Inside
a summer cabin safe from snow
and ice, the rocker sways
in winter's draft, unconcerned.
Wolves whine, tails tucked,
and run from the night.

The hearth and ashes heave
with life; the rug lies bunched
in a corner, warm as a cub
in sunshine. A lamp lights
a rolltop desk. On its top
a book lies open, pages
smudged with damp caresses,
the back worn down with care.

The clock chimes time
to twilight, its white face
a somber hour, safe
from outer waters
which try to rust its gears.
At the door, the lock
clasps firmly, holds
when the knob is twisted.
In the wind, leaves
around me, my face tight
against the window,
I stand, guarding empty
havens, outside,
looking in.

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