Dark wood
Brass knobs
I've opened you before
Yellow ochre
Tunnel vision
What's inside that drawer
There was a map in the paper on the wall
I forgot how to read as I grew taller
But the taller I grow the more I know about
What's outside the window
If I replace those I love
With stones in the mud
I'd still have to leave them someday
Find peace in the transient
Make love to strangers
Who jump from ships in your eyes
Or should I leap in the river and assume
That the omnipotent tide and the moon
Will carry me home
'Stead of sifting in sands that saw the grinding of a stone
Hide me
In the ivy
Where the heat that made it sing
Could easily remind me of the place
From which it springs