Hermitage

In your hermitage
the floorboards creek
with journeys for tea.

In your hermitage
the dog sleeps sound
just behind your feet.

In your hermitage
the walls are lined
with other peoples feats.

In your hermitage
notes ring out on
hibernating, solitary ears.

In your hermitage
the curtains touch the floor
but seem to never meet.

In your hermitage
you try to fathom how
your world is not at peace.