Houses of Change

 

I know a man who is walking a tight rope between

What we call real and the actor who plays himself.

At times he lies in the fetal position eager to leave

His safe environs and live on a hill, separate from

The so-called world, to find his place in it.

 

He has left behind a solid and refurbished house but

Yearns for a new house with two doors that lead to the

great ocean inside his soul. Through the crack in the doors

He looks beyond his angry family, the pain of this world,

And the animal inside him, gnawing at the skin of himself.

 

Yet he stays at the edge of his new house, in the dark garage

Where he looks backwards to clean up the mess of his life.

Surprisingly he finds himself surrounded by angelic beings

Who know him, who love him, and welcome him back. A

Wise goddess lurking inside him suddenly appears, and we

 

All wait, eagerly, to finding out what will next unfold. So hold

On to your seats. Better yet, let go of them altogether.