Hermitage

No, not Hermitage, MO

I so much want to go there,

to my hermitage of old,

so I might waste away 

in my own stupidity,

where I can speak

an unknown voice

and entertain a few

who kindly forgive

even me, a fool.

 

I so much want to hide there,

amidst a pile of purrs,

my tools, supplies, equipment

to cover up my junk,

stupid, naive, bumpkin, I

so easy to ignore

and grow some things

for those who kindly

forgive me, just a fool.

 

I so much want to live there

with the door closed tight

the curtains drawn

wearing earplugs

blind

deaf and dumb

and sleep a while

among the few

who tolerate a fool.