people used to be at home officially,
provide invitations, wait for teas,
the convenient cake.
in another world, i am at home,
no need for refreshment. then.
yet the friends shall come, needing no formal,
notifications or redemptions.
it will be a pleasant day, as the hills
go down, many tremblous things
while all the while you stay quiet,
boxed, fading into your own silence.
i left the note by the clock, the calling card.