In my house
there is a circle
where the sun
streams right through the stones.
Stars and moon
threaten to fill the circle.
Precious loneliness-
funny,
because you can’t have everything.
Watch the rain
glide down the skylight
and think of your beautiful home.
The phone that always rings-
you may reconsider.
Pull down the blinds
don’t hate your job.
Stand in the circle
in my house
and breathe
my precious loneliness.