THE NARROW SHAVE

One day,

I thought to leave my room

For ever,

And

Was ready to get out

Forgetting the windows which gave me

The sight of a beauty

Beyond the windowless scenario.

In the threshold,

I heard the cry of my room,

Brooding a future of isolation,

Stinky,

Fungi in the edibles and durables

Out of the absence of the presence

Of the present in the future.

Watching inside,

I found me with promises,

In my lap,

And

'I' in me initiated

A simple resolution that led

To a narrow shave,

Not leaving the room and the 'I'