Before I waved goodbye
To the house I grew up
in
I existed in a room
That spoke to me
I didn’t know it then
But I know it now
A tapestry hanged from
top to bottom
From the white ceiling
to an inch above the hard wood floor
It was the tree of
life
That signified the boundary
between reality and dreams
Tied in its center
It welcomed
Untied at its core
It brought privacy
To my bed
Track lighting along the
wall helped stars disappear
In a moment’s notice
Silent constellation
found a 10-cent ride
On a rocking horse in
time
I would wait up in the
dark
For inspiration to speak to me
I sat Indian-style
With candles all
around
Burnt wax philosophical
I opened up
A throw rug in the
center
Served as a poker
table to a friend or two
The stakes then
Not quite as high as
they are now
We used to bet
matchsticks
Raised by a glass of
wine
Words behind the words: friend, boundary, wax and goodbye
Written and posted: May 23, 2010