the affinity is strong with a few
usually those aged, and convoluted
many secrets tucked away neatly
some stories told, shaped
a handful are welcoming
one such lived at the end of the road
almost unassuming from the outside
entirely unalike most museums, most homes
like a good book waiting patiently
just for you to turn its pages
and, find
dreams you didn’t know you had
perforated corridor walls
little courtyards between rooms
awash with an earthy pink
punctuated by lines of white
pale sea greens and faded lilac
occasionally teasing the air
trailing those cool floors
getting lost in those passageways
discovering a history, and wondering
about hidden yarn, i knew i could
stay forever and never meet
the end of narrow staircases
Falling Somewhere, Anywhere 