Your House, Not Mine

 

For how long have we shared this house,

You and I, catching glimpses in and out of doors

Or passing each other on the stairs;

Meeting, I do not fold my hands to you, although

I know who you are; my arms are filled

with busyness and I am hurrying.

No matter. It is a kindness I am not evicted.

Just let me see your presence spreading

Through the halls until there is no room

For me and all my busyness.

 

 

                                                           Tracy Leddy