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12 SANCTUARY 

The window in my room 
is just ajar,
and through the open space
I hear the wind, 
which lifts the leaves.
They shift across the earth.
Their movement reaches into me; 
Nature's reminder . . . 
always there.

I feel disturbed 
and wonder why? 
But now their protest 
is submerged
under the tidal wave of cars,
whose rubber wheels 
slash the wet road

Wave upon wave they come
and wash across my mind, 
numbing
the stirring senses 
of a moment back; 
lulling with reassurance of
the things I understand.

I close the window, 
and withdraw
deep into solitude. 
The sounds are dulled.
I feel connected to them, 
yet apart. 

These leaves 
can blow into eternity.
The cars can hurry by.
I don't care 
where the drivers go,
for I am here ... 
this much I know!

The cadence breaks . . 
and through the hush
the rain throbs 
on my window pane.

Nature again ... 
a ticking heart.
But I'm at peace. 
I can accept
and merge into the whole. 

I feel surprised.
Why should four walls 
give me this inner calm?
Can I have found my sanctuary 
in something more?




   




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