I just stepped out...
Where am I? - Oh, I just stepped out,
No need to make a fuss, or shout,
No need to comb the nearest wood
Or roam about the neighbourhood.
Call off the dog - she'll find no scent,
Please don't worry where I went,
And do not climb the garden tree,
My dear, you'll catch no glimpse of me.
The attic steps will pinch your thumb,
The cellar will be dark and dumb,
Yet should you search your heart with care,
Though I am gone, you'll find me there.
from Island of Dreams (Noctua Press, 2007), copyright © Felix Dennis 2007, used by permission of the author and the publisher.