Not At Home To Callers (Poetry)
25th June 2017
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.
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.