Emblanketed
My soup (alphabet) comfortably heated and eaten at dusk,
I’ve wrapped myself in for another long winter evening,
That falls and enlaces early, and then time falls away.
Reclining in a circle of lamplight, I let my mind wander
To fill the room with my thoughts. Perhaps they land awhile,
On a Roman schoolhouse, a British social comedy, a phone call.
Perhaps they hover over a person and approach a memory.
There’s space for much more than a grand piano here,
Room for it too to be enfolded in my mind,
My dreams of images draped over it in layers
That remind me unhurriedly of tomorrow’s laundry.
I know that time will take just as long as it ought
Before I move to my next horizontal pose in the next room,
Before the days get longer and then shorter,
Before I lie again in a long winter evening.
WILLY