«haven»

I sit in my room

a red lantern by the window
(attracting unsollicited curiosities)
a closed door
(often locked shut but not tonight)
reminders all around
(transitive verbs them all)
and a golden light
(radiating like spring sun)
and shaking from its three wicks
the pollen and globular blooms
of a yellow mimosa
frozen in wax
one february day

spring came early this year
if not outside, then in my room
for there wait I
under a red lantern
(to match my mood)
breathing the smoky (once dusty) pollen
of a mimosa-saturated blob of wax
reminding me of warm februaries
or of forsaking all reminders
for it is my hour
my place, my start- and end-of-season
that I await
while

I sit in my room