Friday, May 13, 2011

the house at night

our house is like a ship
it creaks, groans, climbs
swells, is beaten
by wind, feels small

and i am small
within it
my ear to the wall
bare feet to the wooden floor

so this is what it's like
to be travelling
to a distant country

to imagine a morning
somewhere farther
across calmer seas

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