In this big house full of rooms,
I always find myself seeking solace
in empty corners. The too many hours
we have piled so neatly in our rooms
have made so familiar
every fixture defining each nook¯
chairs, tables, lamps and vases.
Do not ask me why this house
seems to get bigger everyday or why the chairs
are always empty. The walls are too kind—
I can always talk to them
even though they never talk back.
The immense space
encompassing my room
has made me forget
that another world exists outside these walls
I talk to everyday. I have forgotten how
to make myself heard and seen.
So this is how we are going to build
more rooms. We need plenty of space
to store the distances we have travelled
in the solitude of our rooms.
