ENCLOSED COURTYARD

The courtyard is inviting

Benches to sit on

Vine-covered trellises to protect us

From the hot sun

Cooling ponds to soothe our nerves

Whose waters refresh us

Once we have entered

There is no way out

Guards do not allow our escape

Those controlling the courtyard

Are free to leave

and want our presence

We are tricked

Are we to spend

the rmainder of our lives

in enforced tranquility?

© Wilson Ogg