Solitary

The rain detained me all day long
In a sparsely furnished cell, 
Implying I’d done something wrong, 
Though what I couldn’t tell. 

It muttered through a musty grate.
It said there was a leak 
In the organization. The situation 
Sounded pretty bleak. 

I knew I was entitled to 
A phone call, but to who?
And if I got a hold of someone,
What good would it do?

The sun looked in at half past noon 
And shook his head and left. 
The wind came in and rifled things, 
Impersonal and deft. 

A man who looked familiar took 
My statement with a stare
And sighed, and said that nonsense wouldn’t 
Get me anywhere. 

So I stretched out on the little bed, 
And I listened to the clock
And fell asleep; and when I woke, 
I found the door unlocked.