The Room
Eve told me about it
filled my mind with space like water
and overflowing
openness
Strange because it's mine
and she didn't live there
but she knew
openness
Creation floods through me
with wind in the firs their needles green
Faraway maps
openness
In that openness...
A high vaulted ceiling
books all the way up on all sides
Ancient library ladders
Two leather bound chairs
and ottomans
desks broad and made of cherry
wheeled chairs, plush and easy for arms
Stained glass mural
double doors to the garden
And no clock