May 2, 2016/June 20, 2016 I dream of a house big enough for all the rooms I know a house of odors and creaking floors familiarities and remembrances more vivid than sight not under the sun yet mine by the moon A dark tall house of memory dark mantel with unlit fire a room above with mirror and barre waiting for little girls a house with numberless floors bannisters and creaking halls destiny refused under the daylight moon Envious recognition at fourteen when young Sartre’s Words unveiled the gloom of his grandfather’s library nostalgia for all I hadn’t known Fate lurking past every door passages unknown before a life’s work of exploration once curbed by the attic wraith now gone from the upper storey left to the daylight moon The search for a new house my American dream quest for the home of necessity familiar in anticipation and dread illumined in words and in wood
Martin Ahrens 