L'aura del Campo

Shuttered [65]

Shuttered

I shutter my windows;
cuddle with my cat;
my house has no doors.

I withdraw from humans,
only order out, make
minimal contact.

I have no need to know,
who brings me books or pizza,
who takes out the trash.

I keep things to myself:
my name, my age, my shoe-size,
what I'm all about.

Hopes and dreams and nightmares,
let go of long ago,
lurk below the window.

Breezes rattle questions;
awake, the cat wants answers;
the shutters want some too.

Only at my days end
Will I give my pen permission
to say what it must.

Kåre Enga [174.65] (2.may.2017)