the intensity of interior spaces


four walls and an eight-foot ceiling close in

thoughts build   reverberate   echo   


sanity lies with vistas   meadows

ocean swells   

crashing waves   intimacy


see that   see the bumblebee

at the ajuga


and the high cirrus portending

a change

maybe rain   how we need it


and how we need long walks

and smiles for passing strangers


listen   is that the tanager   listen


listen   ships' bells and foghorns 


hear the breeze through treetops

feel the heat and cold   the weight of air


look   barely visible


the golden hills   the sun's last light 




it is lovely to be inside on a cold and dreary day   

safe within four walls


but note the signs   be aware

of the closing in 

of the intensity of interior spaces




i begin to feel it   

and though there are countless images


and sounds and sensations

yet to consider

i heed the words of colonel brandon   i must away




and i hear birdsong

the breeze through treetops


feel the weight of air   see the meadow

all that is missing

are ocean swells and crashing waves


bumblebees and ship's bells and foghorns

distant hills and sunset


passing strangers and high cirrus clouds

portending change

what i do have   is enough






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Written on 2022-05-13 at 00:06

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
And so lovely that you can have all that brings the satisfaction you describe as enough. I admire the construction you have used in this poem, too. Allen