Than Here

This winter has been a time

of quietude.

The heavy snows

have kept me in

away from the ice;

an enforced solitude

that has brought me to the comfort

of peace.

Without my curious mind

craving learning,

I’ve had weeks

of no contact

and a strange

lessening of desire

for anything in the outer world.

I often sit here

by the window

in such contentment,

resting in the sweet

pleasure

of not wanting

to be anywhere else

than here.

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