Poem: Refugee

The universe was born
Just a moment ago, as I melted
Into my favorite chair.

There by the window
Of my sunlit music room,
With snow drifted high outside,

I found refuge
And took up residence
In the primordial vibration.

Upstairs at the keyboard now,
Wondering how it is that words
Always lure me from home. 

M. Bogen, Jan. '05 / Feb. '11