what is so.   this is.
 
 
 
 

lament, to my shame
 
 
these small tender pleasures,

food or sleep or wandering inside my room,

small pleasures to make one life smile.
 
 
why are they not working.

 
 
 
my heart.   not a broken crack.   an open door,
letting wind blow both ways.

as it may so please to do.   enclosed, do you see,

       meaning.    being embraced.
 
 
 
 
 
did you think there was any path that did not come to me.

       so spoke the wind.