Walden Palace

A mind palace can be a humble abode

I rest easy there, eight by twelve

One window, one door, no lock

But I do have a key

A waypoint of entry, a soft mindset

An acceptance of restraint

A rejection of expansion

To stop is peace

The window overlooks the east pond

Where morning sun shimmers

And the days begin brightly

Full of promise

The door opens to the western forest

Filtering sunset, welcoming the dusk

Concluding the days fury

With deep rest

If I stay inside, still, quiet, listening

To the unceasing chatter beyond

I am thankful for the smallness

The solace of walls