All my life in back rooms,
all my life looking out
in wonder through the glass
on the world and them in light,
unaware of me they pass.
Thankful, I am able to retreat.With or without a view
a back room is a world
for me of eccentricities,
what truant dreams and thought
spring unhindered there
walled space cannot hold,
they seek and reach for light,
unwilling ever to be held.
No question, I like my back room's
comfort of anonymity,
and better with a view:
a garden and trees to look upon,
in the sanctuary of walled space
I can bring them right in to me,
imbibe the therapy of the green
and open to its inner light.