You go about the new house
looking, touching, watching for
the things that make a home
The creek of the wood
beneath your feet
The command of your voice
through the walls
would be places to put
the perfect piece of furniture
The rug settles the living room
The bottles on the shelves
amidst the books are original
There are flowers descending
from the lamp in the library
Already clothes mark certain spots
A scarf or loosen tie
A pair of shoes under a table
Hides from visiting friends
When you look out the window
It is now your place you see
Your life on the outside
As yours inside becomes.
