Closing Windows

 

I carved a face onto a stone,

put in my pocket

and kept it for a charm.

 

After a while I grew uneasy

and put it

into a drawer in my bedroom.

 

One day I ran over the fields,

over the railway tracks to the stream

and threw it in.

 

I slept well that night,

but later, troubled by dreams,

I became obsessed with closing windows.