The Rooms of My House
How to explain the door at the top of the stairs?
Surely, I know my own home:
this structure is finite.
Walls of brick laid years ago
enclose this living space.
Then how to explain
the sudden door
at the top of the stairs?
The handle is warm.
With a simple twist,
a gentle push,
it gives way —
to a hallway I’ve never seen, with
doors I’ve never touched, an
entire wing of doors, opening
to rooms I didn’t know existed
One by one, I discover —
the ballroom where I will dance,
the spare bedrooms for weary travelers,
the library, sunroom, gallery & more —
all vast, all vacant.
I beam.
For there is no doubt
what I will do —
I will fill all of the rooms
of my house
with love