Anne Stanton

You caught me laughing on my doorstep,
For pure joy.
And fearless for a moment,
Held my eye.

I let you see the room beyond my shoulder,
My quiet place;
But my hand is on the door now,
I drop my gaze .

This laughter is not yours
To enter;
These rooms are not yours
To explore.

You caught a glimpse of my delight
As you paused before me;
But my hand is on the door now,
I drop my gaze.

So its back to the silent interior,
Behind the shades of my own eyes;
And its back to the solitude
That grows so dark at night,

I may open a window for the streetlight.

HEC - 11/05