With all hopes and dreams kept within
It's been a year this week since we first looked at and fell in love with our home. Then, the cherry blossom was in full bloom. This year the blossom was bright in January, so now, we have only a few tufts of pinkness, but we have daffodils and hyacinths and snowdrops and some flolloppy crocuses. And it is our home. When I open the door I feel safe. When I climb the stairs I find my love.
...Let's go in, and hope a house
built from dirt with man's bare first
has learned a woman's habit
of giving out, and being elastic,
the bowed wall with curve
a little more to let us breathe
and the sloping floor will send
me on my office chair swivelling back
to meet your arms, and love rise
through each plaster pore, irreparable
as damp, and spread its spores
on every joist, invisibly, perpetually
...Let's go in, and hope a house
built from dirt with man's bare first
has learned a woman's habit
of giving out, and being elastic,
the bowed wall with curve
a little more to let us breathe
and the sloping floor will send
me on my office chair swivelling back
to meet your arms, and love rise
through each plaster pore, irreparable
as damp, and spread its spores
on every joist, invisibly, perpetually