The house that speaks

At night, when it’s chilly

And I have to take an extra hot shower or bath

Sealing up the windows, and doors that let the cracks of light in

And it feels like a house on the opposite coast

Instead of a California residence

Then I think

There’s something about the idiosyncrasies

That make it feel like a relationship

With a person not a place

Because a person has quirks, things you like and things you tolerate

And you have the same things in your relationship with yourself, things you appreciate and things you despise

The same is with this home

Not sterile and new

Not energy efficient or polished

But rough and worn

A path hewn out back with found stones

I always wanted a place like this

One from the 30’s…almost 100 years old

One that would communicate

Back to me