Rhythmic creaking door

In this darkened silent space

Is the room breathing with us

Are we all secretly attempting to get out

Even while we appear sure as statues

Is the world out there trying to get in

Futile as it seeps in through the open window

In the sudden sounds, with the tempting smells, as the dancing shadows, on the stirring breeze

mingling with our attention, our senses, our thoughts, and our breath

~ by April on June 26, 2012.

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