Prevalent

the empty circumference
touching these walls
with their chips and cracks
pin holes and pulled nails

I could sit all day and see new
patterns
the old posters taped
the fastened hooks now
shed from the veneer door
the patched ceiling

the beautiful window covered
keep out the sunshine
I only open it a crack at night
to see the stars
see the moon descending into
dusk
that ripe burgundy
the fine violet edging

I am vacous and if I yell inside
I would recieve no answer
for the width is to great
the emptiness starved
for attention would devour
it

the bulb glares its sordid yellow
incandesent self   warmth
light

i revel in this space
its here I belong
my want of freindship
conversation fun and song

so fitting that I dont fit
wait here
wait here
the walls say

my freinds the walls

and when Im gone they
will throw new paint
like layers of history
new pin holes
new hooks
and shelves

books and laughter
the window will be drawn
up and fresh air will
blow the bright curtians

happiness is
the calm of now
the clatter of crows
the motion of sound
of life
blossoming about

to sit in this thicket river
plunge of minutes