HERE I AM When I am here I shall not mind I shall merely murmur: If no one comes and sees me here it will be all right Here it is hard to believe that anything is free Come let us lapse into freedom Let all these things become less than dust Let me not think at all ever Let these things come close together Let everything be slow and soft Let the wind blow over the roof at noon Let everything be soft here because there is no dust Let anything except what is coming come That is the way I always have felt
Paul Bowles