SILENTLY

				Stretched across the doorway,
				billowed by warm kitchen air,
				the gauzy snare 
				of a minute marauder
				bars our path to bed.
				The long summer evening
				we have talked in low voices,
				deciding where our various paths
				may lead.  Behind the door
				this darkness dweller
				pursued his homely supper,
				creating geometric splendor
				instinctively.

		Lucille Murphy