2004/empty

I like empty
houses best.
Beginnings.
The one saucer
left in a house
I prepared
to move in to,
holding a candle
while I rollered
ceilings and walls,
put down tiles.
A wooden step ladder
in the corner of
the first house
I owned,
knotty cedar throughout.
It never looked
better than
that,
all the time
I lived there.
Twelve years.
That seemed
such a long
time then.
I have lived
here half
that long,
had thought
to stay
but everything
here is so
challenging.
No place for things,
no space
for me
to work,
I liked it
empty
too.
When I came
to clean,
mid June
all the windows
open.

9/3/04