Take a moment
Posted on | April 29, 2007 | 2 Comments
Find something small to see – a window ledge, a flower, the way the light falls through the screen onto the textures of the table in the living room. Look, closely. What do you feel?
That pink in the window is the brightness of my home, and that texture, the thread of my life. I can feel this house move beneath my feet. It creaks in the hall by the bathroom, two steps away from the tile. The front door needs a little encouragement to stay closed. It pretends, and you think that your cats are restrained by wood and glass. But then the whisper, a creak, and you see the tail of the little gray one, and you know all is lost. I know how frightening it is under my porch. Boogey men, roaches, nightmares, a rodent or two and memories linger there. What did the maker of this house think when those first bones were fleshed out by wall and window? And who will live here when we depart? Will they love the sound of the rain on the chimney top? Will they find the great honking of the resistant windows amusing? Will they love every texture and moment as I do?
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April 30th, 2007 @ 8:02 am
very nice writing…
April 30th, 2007 @ 8:04 am
Spank you