I shall stay
a Lady of Shalott
Pulling threads from my tapestry
instead of adding them.
I shall have less
I shall do less
I shall be less
Until I am only the sum of my thoughts
Translucent on the sunbeams
in the perfect quiet of this room.
I shall light candles
and live on the dust that falls from my skin.
Barefoot on the carpet
I shall walk spring meadows
and the distant traffic
will be my sea shore.
I shall uncouple from human speech
I shall become the art within the frame
The upright stone in the sand garden
Poised just so
in this beam of sunlight