How to Settle Into a Room

Put some music in it. Anything –

relieve the bass of your speaker
silent in its corner, the walls weeping
for some classical, some blues.
Chopin never works; metal, sometimes.
Violin pieces soothe a violent mood -
the fire burning cities through the veins. Stray

thoughts bought by the wind urge your
feet to dance, to drum, go somewhere
then somewhere. Eyes linger on imagined seas –
ripples are moods becalmed, inner storm
tamed by rising, then dipping waves of

song. Toes wriggle once more their futile
attempt at flight; the hour inexorably escapes
no matter mind’s chosen escapades.

So you choose to trace the light curves
of wind, slide fingertip over your lips teasing
that caged smile into being. The horizons
glimmer beyond the window broken
by construction noises. Like freshly-caught
fish the feet turn still, tamed by a song.