Radio Silence

Out here in the outpost I guard the borderland “Over and out” – I lose the call And you are out again This is my shout out From the hinterland “Roger, Roger” at my post But you are – out – again You do not deem to call While my receiver’s on I fiddle with the dial But – static – is the tongue Cold the rime upon the pane That crackles to the sound Of Solitaire I muster out – And the hand that I put down Is a winner, at its best – It seems the Ace is high – – And here my friendly guest Just winks an evil eye – The creaking of my little hut Is charged with energy Buffeted by winds about – thou art mine enemy! – Cold the outer fathoms And in the frozen stasis White is in the noise And silence in the spaces The dark outside is deep Did I just hear a knock? – it’s just the knock, knock Knocking of my beating heart – Cornered as a winter mouse Frightened from its nest I startle to the voice I hear And flee my inner guest