Kit Kelen #634 - the house at home

634

the house at home

has no wish to be finished

which of us will call?

it’s all doors and windows to breathe

for floor

well deeps

face is those eyes into ours

the house whom fire and storm address

from all this burden of standing, of here

some centuries have slept

it’s all these moments by hand

and ceiling

hands hold off cinders

when the mountain comes

this is where the maze treads to

and in it are more gardens

so I have read somewhere

a forest of webs indoors

so we are caught to fall

all improvised

imagine a list of names

the house has a good stretch of a morning

you’ll come to light inside

house on track from standing one day

smoke from a stack going nowhere

at a distance you’ll admire

all tricks of how someone

once whistled it up

there isn’t the one flat surface to press

but seeing in

you’ll travel

time for everything

and come cloud

pass across a window

how many will watch that long?

right now it’s radio

every ache worthwhile

maybe there’ll be rain

we pray

sunshine is a joy too

shell of a riddle

this standstill

a bird taps just at

seeing selves

come with an axe

no rings recording

the house is long in tooth

all learned silences

here too you must imagine soul

intentions can’t be read

it’s what the ants must bear away

and down where the dark is true

the house without a single wish

mere effort of will makes tall