We, Too, Found This Room

In spite of the gloom,
But now that we’re here,
Will you let us in?

You wrote to us and
Wrote to us and wrote,
But we were vague, then.

Now we’re here, cold, clear
As the snow that melts
In streams fish still swim,

Here, next to just such
A stream right now, where
We perch and watch trout.

We got past the gate
And paid not a cent.
We perch on our rock

In pines on the moss,
Just us and the fish.
Will you let us in?