Two Poems

The Ferry

Each morning
I cross the river

Each evening
I cross the river

It is never the same river
It is never the same "I"

There is one river
I am not ready to cross

The Closed Room

Last night I awoke
in a room without windows or doors
and lay for a long time trying
not to open my eyes,
wondering if the light
I was seeing
would go out.

This morning I awoke
in a room with a window of frost
and imagined seeing clouds and buildings
and people going to work,
wondering if I opened my eyes
what I imagined
would stay put.

There is only so much light in the mind.