A Home

Another thing penetrates
The space of shadows.
What was it this time? A stone
Angering for air? A baseball
Finding its own distance?
Doesn’t matter. There is more
Glass stuck inside now,
Letting the sun intrude.

Walls still cling to a peace
Wandering with darkened breath
However. There are no frames,
No toys, no cups for a hand to find
itself. There are just stirrings
Suspended in the corners,
Webs with no clear architecture.

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Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.

Photo courtesy of Elias Schupmann on Unsplash