Tonight's Poet Corner: Safe Haven
Safe Haven by Belinda Roddie Feeling claustrophobic, I decided to take refuge in the atrium of an old, Roman villa that I was supposed to sell, but instead, it seemed that I was making it entirely my own safe haven in an imaginary storm. When I was there, I made myself the same soup every day - the kind with chewy noodles and dried out chicken, a broth that somehow comforted me as I slurped it down in front of a television that I couldn't actually turn on - the cords had been cut. The real estate agency I worked at fired me, but they could never move me out. I kept the open sky in glass above my head, and after the rain stopped, I found that the sunlight bothered me, too, and so I stayed in a place where my heart made echoes.