Room to Room

a poem...

There is a place that I've been to,

Where I go in my dreams to leave

Those unsettled places for that 

Little town in my subconscious. 



It is typically dark, with narrow roads

Small row houses, and tiny rooms, 

Some connect, room to room

Space to space, like spaces between words.



In a lot of ways, this place is like 

A safe house from the reality 

The sadness, the frustration, 

The disappointment of being an adult.



It is not really a nice place, but

The familiar, like rebels around a fire

Sailors on a ship or survivors in the debris,

All feeling a place in time in my mind.



I've been there now five or six times

In the last few months, and no asks 

Why are you here, or what do you want,

Just - do have some time to be together?