Our Home

Our home is small

Just enough for three

Living in the city

In an old apartment

Barely up for rent

With battered bricks

Chipped and tinged

With the soot of living

In the worst place

The rooms are cramped

Corners filled with my

Sister’s sculptures

Crumbling from use

And my brother’s

Maps and charts

Of distance seas

Set next to plenty

Boat models and plans

One area is even

Left alone for me

To keep one bookshelf

Our home is bigger

On the inside than out

Because the life within

Is explosively large

And the books I own

Are filled with worlds

Bigger than life

@MsH