Safekeeping

I want to show up empty-handed,

Hungry for bread, open as a field

I want to bring only my cup,

And ask for wine 

I want to arrive light, 

Where we take off our coats

I want to leave them at the door,

To both of our homes

I want to take what is stored there,

Whatever is dark

To hold what is hidden, 

In a delicate box

Lined carefully with silk,

...a safekeeping
of talk.