HOUSE

Changing. solid but shifting, something new for everyone. a sense of belonging, like a magnet turned the right way, or a puzzle piece that just fits. the shape of your foot imprinted on your shoe. the longer you stay the more invisible it becomes, the walls transparent around you, your mind filling in the spaces behind them, and beyond—it's place in the neighborhood, the world. morning brings light and silence gradually gives way to groans, sizzling, mumbled greetings, life. the walls start listening, and watching, remembering. the smell of food drifting through like weather patterns as the day spins on, as the light sketches arcing patterns on the wall with the pencil of time.* you feel the roof over your head like a hat you never leave without. you wear the walls like a favorite t-shirt. you stand on the floor, trusting it like a ... the windows are your eyes. you are a brain cell and this creature is your house.

first meeting, i tentatively explore the borders, the corners, the closets, looking for an interesting place to be, sniffing around to accelerate my familiarity....(time's up...)

*light extruding through weightless dust, reaching to touch the wall