my house is open
to sunlight
to moonlight
to the breeze from the sea
my house is open
to the song of cicadas
to the laughter of children
to the rustle of palms
my house is open
my hearth is open
my heart is open to all
welcome
Come in, stranger
outside air burning pepper cold
house though tumbled blanket warm
take off your hat, your gloves and shoes
be calm and sit and close your eyes
tomorrow is tomorrow and we will deal with that
for now feel safe and sleep
The sky holds ice
The sky holds ice. Baby blue slides to old-man silver grey. Air is edged and sharp. Skin is cold as burnt touching water; heart pain for those who have suffered. Close the door when the last stranger has entered; never, never, when one remains outside.
simonsalento 