Illimitable Kingdom

There is something about this room

you cannot pretend to say.

I stand by the window

where a green plane rises over towers.

It is full of silence, lifting

its nose into brilliant spaces.

Taxis throttle in the streets below,

but the room holds still;

the furniture waits at my convenience.

When the telephone rings, I let it

tremble and refuse to answer.

I cannot say why.

Alone in this wordless room,

I am grateful for the life

that will not give in, that keeps

on coming when the words are gone,

this world within world,

illimitable kingdom.