It is only a little room
and its a lock down tonight.
The tide is high in the river
white ducks are still waiting
for white bread
the boats stirring sleepy river
it reaches out to stroke
my windows with its
wet fingers.
But it is a lock down
and it is night
and I call for sleep and peace
on my knees I call for silence
and there will be no visitors.
And this curious thing happens
like in children's fairy tales-
looking at the giant tree outside
my window it takes me
and it is suddenly everywhere
and there is air in this
room and all the knots
are untangled and I am all green
and my heart- warm wood.
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