Flee fro the prees, and dwelle with sothfastnesse;  
Suffyce unto thy thyng, though hit be smal  
~Geoffrey Chaucer

here a standing ground  
a walled pleasance shield from  
the outside world where  
private life is impossible  

this small plot of land where  
peace can dwell all day where  
shadow linger slow with its  
long lazy drift  

all comes into one 
within this tiny acre set  
by cardinal points  
and measured desire

Feature image “The Mysterious Garden” Guillaume De Machaut