It is not ours yet, but soon.

Still yours, but soon.

I long for that day,

but still I say,

"Somebody I love lives here!"



I will run naked in this living room.

Natal as I in my mother's womb.

Reborn I am, yet not yet born.

I scream. I shout. I cry,

"Somebody I love lives here!"



In these halls and in these floors

and through the walls and unhinged doors,

"Somebody I love lives here!"



I will build a sign for everyone to see.

Like a realty sign. Or carved on a tree.

Or on the rooftop. Or on the lawn.

On the sidewalk. And on and on.

And on and on. And on and on.

"Somebody I love lives here!"



And on snowy days when the windows steam.

And to draw with my fingers still writes like a dream.

"Somebody I love lives here!"



Or outside you are walking the dog or watering plants.

You look up to see just by chance.

As I draw in my hot breath,

backwards so you can see from the other side,

"Somebody I love lives here!"

03/27/2008

Posted on 03/27/2008
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