Castle
That sound, that moment
When wood closes softly against wood
And the metal parts quietly touch each other
The satisfying click of engagement
A door that perfectly fits the frame
A latch that catches
A key that turns
A bolt that’s thrown
A curtain that’s drawn
A closing-in and a shutting-out
An exclusion of all the outside
The cold, the air, the weather,
Them, and the rest of the world
A feeling of coming home
Of safety and security
Returning to the roost
The familiar smells of cooking and washing
Of carpets and of furniture
The soothing quietness of rooms
Calm domestic spaces
Looking as if only lately left deserted
Still there and undisturbed
The warmth of shadows
And the ticking of the clock
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