Secluded

in dimness, I murmur secrets
to the bedroom wall.

Isolated from outside’s hubbub,
I ponder the great mysteries.

I fold over a rich bedsheet,
and close my eyes,

think of spacetime,
and love poetry, and

the very top of pop songs,

as the world unwinds
beyond, as it always does.

Because here, between
these four excluding walls,

I can feel myself
a discoverer, and voyage

great seas of imagination.

Here, I have all
the company I could desire,

seething just behind my eyes.

In this bedroom, I will
uncover all I can,

while without the world
spins, and spins, and

unimaginatively spins,
on just another orbit.