When it seems like
the world is too much to handle;
I solemnly swore
my vow of indifference
and retreated into my attic
with a single window looking out
and a rocking chair
sifting back and forth.
Maybe I’ll take up knitting
or start smoking a pipe.
I’ll catch my stories
on a 19 inch black and white
but there’s a Coltrane ditty
playing on the radio
and I start thinking
that the pipe will win out
and it’ll be awful hard
to maintain my indifference.
The Attic View
We had a theater by that name in Detroit during the 60's. Attics are wondrous spaces! - slc