Room-ours

Room-ours.

 

Looking up into the terraces

A light shines in a window

Exterior darkness masks the shadows

Interior light bounces of glossy walls

 

I question why the light is there

Competing with the wintry night air

Maybe it’s a symbol

Or perhaps it has other secrets to share.

 

A baby unable to sleep in darkness

The door ajar to build intuitive trust

A frail relative afraid to close their eyes

Stares endlessly at familiar object

Reminding them of who they were

 

A couple of newlyweds who need to explore

Their contours under the glowing light

A freshly ordained man of the cloth

On his knees

Meditating on his freshly made vows

 

A mental health psychotic patient

Imagining a moth circling

The amber glow

Comfortable in his reality

He tells his discovery to the

Demons who rule his dome

 

A recovering alcoholic

Receives living waters

From an open psalm

A heroin overdoser lying

prostrate

With a dirty needle in his groin

to horrible to imagine 

a blood spattered carpeted

lines the floor

 

I imagine myself in the room

Its corners pinning me in

Sucking all the breath from me

Threatening walls failing and falling in

Covering me with their soft magnolia

Particles of weightless dust

Bathes in brilliant light

strangling and polluting

The existence of my dreams

 

I imagine myself existing

Where I’m fully in control 

Where all the present is evident

And the mysterious future know

 

What lives have lived here before?

What shapes lie in the dark?

In spheres of generations

Within walls that live and breathe;

 

This room  has an album of memories

A catalog of souls

Who’ve lived and died within its walls

The light serves as a reminder

To escape is beyond our control.