I look at my house and
know one day it will be
gone in the dissolving
mist of time and be
something else, someone
else’s, when I am fled.

The mist slides forward
with the movement of the
universe that ticks from
weight and takes me as
an evil lover to this the end
that will be mine and my
house that is filled invisibly
with the dust of my being.

For now I lie inside my house
in silent night hearing nothing
but the breeze and feeling
the timeless dark surround me
as if time did not matter
and I would live forever in
this place where I feel at home.

 

20/11/2022