The Next Room

Contained by knowing

there is a next room...

that, first of all, space

is divided into rooms...

and, beyond that, there

is a next one, which could

be the name for a dance.

Tough poem...it's next door...

maybe it's when we meet in

the hall...get out of the building

altogether....out the gate...part

our ways for the time....

coming back...back into what

we feel is our lives, contained

in our private space of room

not caring what is next or next 

door.