The Room
When I was a child,
I closed all the doors
into the hallway
to make a new room,
dark and empty,
the center of everything.
I searched closets and attic spaces,
looking for somewhere
I had never been before.
I lay on the couch,
head hanging over the edge,
and imagined
walking through the house
upside-down.
I dreamed of opening
some long forgotten door
to find an undiscovered room,
an expanse to explore.
By the time I was eight,
I knew every nook and cranny
of that house,
but I still believed that my curiosity
could lead me
to some new territory
within.
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
Thank you for my morning peace.
Susan
Thank YOU, Susan.
This gave me back such a nice memory. The line “walking through the house upside down” reminded me of how I used to walk around with a mirror pointed up – it looked like you were walking on the ceiling. I might try it again today! Thanks, Maria!
Oh, fun. I never did that! I am going to have to try it, too!
I can visualize you, in your house, and that is a blessing.
Thank you, Kacy! That was quite a house to grow up in!!
Beautiful ideas and images!
Thank you, Gloria!