Safe

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out
…………………….. —Robert Frost, Mending Wall
.
I’m safe
I’ve locked myself in
You’re here and safe too

Through the barred window of this box
the world has changed, grown more lovely

I savor its barred beauty more
as I recall it close at hand

Now unattainable it seems exquisite
or, I see now how exquisite it has always been

But we’re safe now from its predations
bounded and safe

look, out there, the honeysuckle,
remember its scent?

by Jim Culleny, 12/10/13