Home to our Own

 

Home knows four interchangeable states of being. The roof, a hand over fire, assessing in curiosity at times and keeping the heat at bay at others. The floor mirrors, cool underneath the life above, straight and smooth, on which you can lay, look up and see the ceiling and reflect. The walls, also known as pillars clothed, affirm the existence of a living space whether through holding all within, or seeming a thing on the outside. The windows, lastly, aim to say that beyond every boundary is a world so unlike the current or the previous, for one to cherish what is known and admire the unknown. A fifth element is debatable, for it could be void and the concrete gains a memory of its own, or it could be space and so defines -and gives purpose to- the place. 

The floor urges a position of surrender, and sometimes wonder. Thought drifts high roused by the height and blankness of the ceiling, yet the roof is a reasonable limit, inspires to make do with what could be fit in between and kill excess back to the tiles, down the drains. The walls keep up, keep support, keep record of one's weaknesses, change of mind, loved things. They keep one's load in art, and delight in being witness to life. The windows, closed, are still clear, are a reminder, and open they are a resort and a release. A safe alternative for the option of no roof at all. A fifth element is what a house is modelled after and for, and can stray and make way and settle and move, and can materialize to what it is and what it needs, hence being a home.  

Musing and calculation, 

regulation and groundedness, 

satisfaction and contentedness, 

possibility and wonder, 

(oxygen).