Another Room
The  y  h  ave shifted m  e to a no
the r room & no w I h ear not hi ng
of the war. Th         rough the wind
ow a t    in    y gar    den. Had I the
stren  gth, I would plan  t a tree in
which I wo   uld ha   ng my silence
s from th      read    s. But I am an a
band oned v ess el, wit h out urge
ncies. Why read? I loo k f  or the o
verlooked; I now se  e t hat the flo
or had be en there all a long. The w
allpap   er t   railing an obs  cure c
ode. T      hey c     heck on me from
t   im  e to time, & b  ring fo  od on
a tr     ay. They will try to ch    ok e
the room with l          aughter. Then
the ra   in: n   oth   ing but a water
c age. Clouds b rush a gain st my f
ace. At mo st only a h and ful of st
ars are e   v   er v    isible from her
e; the brigh test of the se a hos pit
al that n         ever c       loses its do
ors—n            or o           pens them.
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