whereabouts, then do you see
your comfort, lazing –
hushed, set free.

Among the forest wood so tall?
you’d have to climb to view it “all”

And next to this an open glade
with grass and shrubs and little shade-
surrounded by a green brocade.

I’d seek the quietness in space
with wild oats, primrose, queen anne’s lace-

So lay with me in flower blooms
in this, an isolated room
away from plain, removed from fear

staring at the sky, austere
at its inception-

this poem for affection.