MISAPPREHENSION

Here, above this spot of ground,
I'm said to live.
Here, in a box of dangling bones
With two reflecting mirrors,
Sounding boards and vocal cords.
"Here she comes," they say,
"Two blocks away.
She'll be here soon."

I disagree.
How can it be?
I live where I love,
As far as I can see,
And some days farther
But not in me.

			Lucille Hamilton