Breathe in Home


Being in my warm room, breathing in pencil wood and rubber eraser shreds and papery souls that live in my books

In my mind flying when I stand up high and inhale the air and the sky: My wall, a tree, the bars

Sheltered in the roof and touching the rafters when I pause in the dusted attic, breathe in and out

In the library and museums, history and fantasy entering my lungs and dancing through my thoughts

Breathing in my homes, letting their happiness settling and be remembered