Walls of Sleep

“There is no where in you a paradise that is no place and there you do not enter except without a story.  To enter there is to become unnameable.” Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours


I
am
here in
this room, this
house,  light of candle,
see only as far as the door
of darkness, the narrow yard, black trees, night without breeze,
confining me in walls of sleep.