demands are everyday
simple things can be priceless & while the words pound
grind
oh make us cry
while the world is turning there is a small hope to always return home
then
why did he mention the old house?
i thought he did not know
when he looked at me
i slept a darker paint
a place of nowhere
no marks no texture
clarity
from
days of research
at the old house
&
out in the land
feeling the way
through the history of this place
threatened
you ask for a fantasy a challenge
this is a house full of ideas
statements
a house of dreams and nightmares
i thought he did not know
when he looked at me
he always had that small hope to return home
listed building
lurching sideways keeping my balance
i returned home