To a Frequent Business Traveller

Home so seldom, please just stay away
on your important islands. Let the deep
moan round you with its voices. Here, I play
my music, eat my kind of food, and sleep

my own sleep. The entire quiet bed,
bit by small bit, I've occupied, until
I own it. Imperceptibly I've spread,
possessing rooms, and house, and barns, to fill

not only space, but time, and there's no room
to spare for you (where did I put you when
you did come home?). No room for other men
either, so, please, although you don't come home,

be there, officially. But don't be here,
in bed and house and barnyard—Best if you'd
leave me entirely abandoned, where
I've been so well seduced by solitude.