My poem ‘The House’ is included in the anthology ‘Poems for a Pandemic’ published by Harper Collins UK.
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When I came to this house for the first time
I asked myself:
Will I be able to adjust to not living in the city? Will this be where my kids grow up?
Is this the house that will see me grow old?
I thought that these were the important questions.
Today I saw two parrots roost and fly away from the tree I see from my window.
I think they were always there but I’d never seen them before.
They’re back those impossible patterns created by the afternoon light on my headboard. The house next door is indeed inhabited.
In the garden I saw a rose bloom and another wilt, each next to the other.
A few nights ago I saw a lizard come into my bedroom and hide behind a picture.
The lamps, the plugs, the faucets, the pipes, the plants:
I see constancy in their functions that I now appreciate more than ever.
Of all the questions I asked myself when I first got here none of them resembled this one:
Is this a good place to spend a historic quarantine with no end in sight?
And even so
not a single day have I seen the house surrender nor pose a single stupid question:
In the mornings
it tells us a new day has arrived letting the light shine on our eyes.
And at night
when we are in the world of dreams
it ensures that we stay there a good while.
It seems the house has always known that by keeping us safe
it is protecting the whole world.