A Poem - "Inside-Out"

Inside-Out

Wrapped up—

                But not a season’s gift or warm embrace;

Tight knots—

                But not those secured by steady sailor’s hand;

Short breaths—

                But not of pleasure.

No breeze save the gale internal,

                Stirs the tepid

stifling air within

Dust piles high on forgotten mantle

Coat rack naked—

                Has stood thus for...well, who cares how long?

Who would want to come?

                (not into this dark dwelling, that’s for sure—

                And I can’t blame them, after all)

So the shades are pulled

Yet one oblivious shaft of sunlight drops in, splashing my feet with warm invitation

                Come out and play.