The Rental
The houses here are empty and off season,
and I am only here to hear myself,
to leave the harsh, mad coupling of noise
and pause a moment in this quiet retreat.
When I left home the trees were shedding blazes.
The night wind stalked the curliques of leaves.
They folded each departure into air.
And I too felt the oddest sense of folding,
a softening & leveling of clay.
It was as though I sprang anew from molding,
and grew refreshed each mile I drove away.
There are those moments in a life when leaving,
is easier than trying hard to stay.
Most people rake those moments in for saving.
They think they have an option for their use.
But options ride the cherry blooms of staying,
till one must choose the road or choose the house.
And as for houses, there are so many kinds.
I do not have to stay with what is mine.
The houses here are empty and off season.
I offer this one candlelight & shells.
The rooms are empty, so my thoughts can fill them,
with all the observations I have found.
The houses here are empty and off season,
and I am only here to hear myself,
to leave the harsh, mad coupling of noise
and pause a moment in this quiet retreat.
When I left home the trees were shedding blazes.
The night wind stalked the curliques of leaves.
They folded each departure into air.
And I too felt the oddest sense of folding,
a softening & leveling of clay.
It was as though I sprang anew from molding,
and grew refreshed each mile I drove away.
There are those moments in a life when leaving,
is easier than trying hard to stay.
Most people rake those moments in for saving.
They think they have an option for their use.
But options ride the cherry blooms of staying,
till one must choose the road or choose the house.
And as for houses, there are so many kinds.
I do not have to stay with what is mine.
The houses here are empty and off season.
I offer this one candlelight & shells.
The rooms are empty, so my thoughts can fill them,
with all the observations I have found.
