Mine

Its mine
This morning
The quiet light
Of early morning rain
The building
The alley way
Normally in constant
Adjustment
Is inactive
It is morning
On Swann street
Awake,
Safe and cared for
In my spaces
I hold all of it
Like delicate china
The pieces
Of me
Are ancient
And revered
Here in this sweet place
In my sacred 800 sq feet
I am sorry
This morning
No one is allowed
In
I will dance in this light
Turn in these hours
Time will pass
The silence will
too