In the brain, a silver window
Where the sky evaporates—
Then condenses to an enveloped name
Sealed with an unsigned letter.
Dickinson’s house: a breeze coming from the inside
Sounds bury themselves deep in the wood-work.
When a Scholar pauses by a closed door
She may not be listening to music, but to the door
What lingers in the letter, loosening or found
Source appears in The Far Mosque (Alice James Books, 2005).