Courtyard Garden

after ‘Host’ by Antony Gormley

This listening courtyard
has rills of water, fountains
a glassy pool of clouds.

A closed door
leads nowhere, open
to interpretation.

I admire the secret life
of goldfish, follow
every skittish turn.

Their scales sparkle
like the tiled mosaic
cladding the walls

of this sanctuary,
its unruffled calm
mirror to my thoughts.

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