Coming Home

Now the décor of my mind is maximal.

It floats through splendid rooms.

There, gold and blue and red fill the grey walls.

Once my mind was minimal.

After all I started there with only an air mattress,

Some pots,

A tensor lamp

And a clock radio.

It is funny how a home grows into itself

And around you.

Some say that over time I have lost space and recesses.

But I say I have found them here

Filled and precious.

Still there is more space to fill

And so I let my mind wander and decorate.

By Catherine Valleroy