At the Château


Fontainebleau, France

Everything in this house
beeps.

The washer, the coffeemaker,
the refrigerator, the stove.

Everything in this house is struck
with urgency, needs attention.

Everything in this house is done
too late.

In the garden outside, there is
no beeping.

In the garden outside, there is
only waiting. And wind.

The east wind blows lavender
and apology.

The west wind, red feather
and ivy.

Like the east, I have been
fearful. Like the west,
I don’t say sorry.