Friday, May 30, 2008

Access

I keep nothing here,
in this room.

No furniture, no pictures.

I like to look out
through the window,

imagine all the bodies
within my body,

which may or may not
exist.

3 comments:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A window is a very good thing for a writer. Or a dreamer. :)

leo30 said...

Liked these lines "imagine all the bodies
within my body,

which may or may not
exist."

:-)

Paul R. said...

I think this poem is a very innovative look at consciousness.