is fortified with wood blinds and glass,
and the lights
The pillows are quiet in their corners
and the paintings—
blue sky and yellow sand—
call forth all their intentions,
wishing away what I expect.
There are trees across from the window
(the trees are always there).
Like a clever cat, the air sneaks in
under the door
to befriend me.
No wind whispers in the branches.
No bird flutters under a white sky.
No sound except music
coming from another earth.
But away from us
snow is filling its basket.
or on this night
snow will fall.