So Many Rooms
In my house there are so many rooms
I can wander for days and not visit them all
The tiny room where the pony waits
The tall room where tomorrow hides among the
Out-of-season clothes
On the high shelf in the closet
The dark room pitched at that strange angle
Where it is always half-past midnight and
No one ever sleeps.
In the wallpapered room at the end of the hall
I find a door where once there was a wall
And sun shines through curtains that used to be flowers
And stardust gathers like stories
Behind the old sofa.
