Not At Home To Callers (Poetry)

I could tell you where I am
right at this moment but I’d rather
tell you where I’m not —
and that’s at some
far-off restful spot
where I won’t be disturbed
for there’s nobody for miles
rugged distance cold-cushions me
nag-free silence and privacy
the benefits of breathing
air alone

Such existence
with the soul divorced
from lead-weight flesh
is the comfort I seek more and more
somewhere off the map
no forwarding address
no tell-tale trail
through a frozen wilderness
it’s taken years to build a cabin
safe within
a keep-out zone

So I’m not at home to callers
the cage is empty
the little bird flown off to wherever
she’s gone.