Apr 6
TILL HUMAN VOICES WAKE US AND. . .
old house
the snow
climbs the stairs
asleep
on a rusted bed
snow
the snow
looks out the window
at itself falling
the snow
has the house
to itself
the snow
startled out of its sleep
by a human intent on remembering
the snow
more at ease inside
than the human
the human
tears in its eyes
the snow smiles
snow now
both
inside/outside
human footsteps
the snow
covers them up
*
Going back to the auld sod to find my childhood home nothing but a ruin and the window from where I saw my first snow fall in the bitter winter of '63 now I saw snow falling inside the house. I climbed the stairs along with the snow and there was snow lying on the bed just as the seven year old me did back in the long long ago. A home that now existed only in my mind. The next year it was just a muddy space and I could walk through where we watched telly and laughed. An old sheep passing between the ghost of the kitchen and the hall.
old house
the snow
climbs the stairs
asleep
on a rusted bed
snow
the snow
looks out the window
at itself falling
the snow
has the house
to itself
the snow
startled out of its sleep
by a human intent on remembering
the snow
more at ease inside
than the human
the human
tears in its eyes
the snow smiles
snow now
both
inside/outside
human footsteps
the snow
covers them up
*
Going back to the auld sod to find my childhood home nothing but a ruin and the window from where I saw my first snow fall in the bitter winter of '63 now I saw snow falling inside the house. I climbed the stairs along with the snow and there was snow lying on the bed just as the seven year old me did back in the long long ago. A home that now existed only in my mind. The next year it was just a muddy space and I could walk through where we watched telly and laughed. An old sheep passing between the ghost of the kitchen and the hall.
