Because I sometimes have vivid dreams….
Are we living in a house on fire?
That was how it began. Through those words
I first began to see the smoke and took note
and realized that I no longer smelled the scent
of mandarin oranges or honeysuckle on the vine.
Suddenly dinner dishes could become
assets to be dissolved or divided.
My soap-covered hands, holding up
burning walls to keep them from crumbling.
Soon soft lies replaced loud sighs that once
echoed in empty silences that stretched
into endless days. Cold stares withered away
in the presence of awkward gazes when we no longer
knew what to say. Burning walls
can be too hot to touch so we
learned to avoid touching the walls or
touching each other too much. Because the soul
is quite perceptive and knows when
the match is first lit, the one that will cause
a house to start burning.
Peace & Love,