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The skill or craft is too hide a bit every day and then trust in what comes toward us from "the World."Some call it "building our hut." We then have our own little hideout with us at all times. Another name for it is "soul peace." Take it from me, one whose middle name is Aloof, Emily Dickinson is a good role model. In this poem by Simic she is referred to for all her mastery of shunning the agora.The White RoomBY CHARLES SIMICThe obvious is difficultTo prove. Many preferThe hidden. I did, too.I listened to the trees.They had a secretWhich they were about toMake known to me,And then didn’t.Summer came. Each treeOn my street had its ownScheherazade. My nightsWere a part of their wildStorytelling. We wereEntering dark houses,More and more dark housesHushed and abandoned.There was someone with eyes closedOn the upper floors.The thought of it, and the wonder,Kept me sleepless.The truth is bald and cold,Said the womanWho always wore white.She didn’t leave her room much.The sun pointed to one or twoThings that had survivedThe long night intact,The simplest things,Difficult in their obviousness.They made no noise.It was the kind of dayPeople describe as “perfect.”Gods disguising themselvesAs black hairpins? A hand-mirror?A comb with a tooth missing?No! That wasn’t it.Just things as they are,Unblinking, lying muteIn that bright light,And the trees waiting for the night.Wishing you peace,Chris Guilfoil
HOORAY for hiding, I say!
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