Conversations (X) — to the houses
When we are asleep, after talk and touch,
And the music of your voice, even in my mind,
Has drifted into the blanketing silence
And there is nothing left but the breathing
Of our separate souls, then the houses
Begin to sing. Across the ways out
And the ways home that only houses know
They sing, houses who’ve never seen
The other’s siding or heard rain pelt
The other’s roof, but have shared
The job of sheltering us. Their song
Builds a new house for us we will never move
Out of, a bed always comfortably unmade,
A dog growing old sleeping in the corner,
A piano by the screen door, waiting.
I can see this so vividly. The dog. The piano. The screen door. Beautiful.
I enjoyed the personification of the houses. Great job making them the star of the poem. 🙂
Excellent, Jeff, with lots of great details.
Thanks Chris. Happy Christmas to you and Tanis!
Happy Christmas to you and Mary and the kids! Sorry I’ve been out of touch.