the tempest, nine months later

by walterdoege

time passage…nine months…the tempest that broke some pieces of my house…the tempest that throw away the place where I still sit down, but that I felt like the most secure place in the universe…that corner of my house where I place my easy chair, my armchair…to read…to listen music…to take some writing…to take some talking…that tempest that put rainny water into my house…even through, my home remained safe…nowadays my house arrangement is good, the books are on the floor, and in my own pace I keep discoring some objects like my compass, my glasshours, other souvenirs, and some new way to décor and arrange my house on my old way…at that summer shuffle, some storms were strong…thunders in skies…strong rains…the roof is secure today…and some loyal doves keep choosing to live there