Am I to apologise

Am I to apologise

For closing doors and windows

It is a sensible precaution

As energy seeps out

Of every poorly fitting joint

Escaping into the cold night air

It is difficult to maintain

Equanimity

When the wind rattles

At the door knob

Trying to shake the whole house down

Opening a window then

Would rip off the roof

What of the insistent beating

Of a wretched blackbird

Its beak battering against the glass

What does it intend

Fluttering back and forth

There is no temptation

To let it in

As to wreak a chaotic

Trail of destruction

Across a quiet room

Perhaps you would bid me leave

This paradise

Step out into the wild

To gain a different perspective

Of the drama

Venturing further afield

Than for many a year

The tranquility of home

Haven though it may be

Not enough

In itself to be of comfort

Perhaps you should join me

Just for a moment

Come sit in my place

By the fire

So that you might see

The simplicity of my reasoning

The squall will be weathered

Now it is time for rest

The comfort

Of a sheltered harbour,

To sally forth

And walk in the storm

Can wait a while

Perhaps indefinitely.