by Kathleen Szoke
I often dream of houses, many-roomed
and vast, connecting halls and windows large
and small, with doors and archways leading who
knows where, and ceilings low and soaring high,
a corner here, an alcove there, a step
goes up, and here three steps go down, a door
hangs open next to one still closed, and here
a corridor turns left and stairs ascend.
I never can remember, when I wake
in mornings light, if there was furniture
in these dream houses, or if I was there
alone – it doesn’t seem to matter though
but only that I sleep and enter these
blank rooms to feel the space that’s held within.
Architecture was first published in Hammered Out, Issue #3, May 2004.