October 11, 2004
With no one home, I slipped inA stranger's cozy cabin
Half too big, twice too small
The contents well within
I spun about from Lake to Hearth
Asked myself, "Where should I start?"
With no one near, stripped of clothes
Washing while a whistled tune
In the pantry crept my hand
Enough I filled, a meal for two
Once on napping; danced and delved
Each book I fingered on each shelf
With no one waiting, I took my time
Faced each painting on each wall
Poured my drinks out noisely
And toasted them with all
Wandered grass and setting sun
I touched each tree, one by one
With no one watching, a fire lit
Resisting not the close caress
Of flame that torture yet inspire
(It seems my pen finds it best)
Oh! What bliss caught within
A stranger's quaint and cozy cabin
With no one knowing and I replete
A tender touch so tugging me
I filled the Hearth of what I'd taken
Replaced each dish right and clean
I dusted all the novels read
And fluffed the pillow from my head
With no one home, not even me
A stranger's cozy cabin
I crept outside and locked the door
Hoping to return again
From Hearth, to Lake, to setting Sky
Of stolen ease, I bid each good bye..