how tender it is to spend a night in a new room
to warmly greet the froth
& capitulation
of the bed.
to light a candle and pray
back the company
remembered by the heart
to speak up in the kitchen.
to put up the frames
patient workings of the wire
to hook on the nail.
to breathe in the new silence
smell in the new thoughts that come.
wipe a hand across the edge of a new counter.
the hot air over the tea mug
slumped in a chair that belonged to someone else
and consider
that soon these walls
will be able to predict your gestures
they will have learned you
the walls will begin to breathe more slowly
& the sound of their exhales
tune to your life.
the walls are of course watching still now
they are timid
but soon you will see their white plaster bellies
sigh in and out when you come home
when you take time to inhale the
song with them.
oh god how good! today i went to nia and my chakras exploded in a geyser of spinal energy, and your poetry is definitely in tune with that kind of experience
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