A Home like That

What will it take for me to live in a home like that?
A home I couldn't even construct in my dreams
Expansive borders I've never seen
Ceilings that rival my imagination
What will it take for me to live in a home like that?
Gated by leaves perfectly placed one-by-one
Perched above the city
Quietly overlooking the minutiae of bustle and noise
What will it take for me to live in a home like that?
Room reaching farther than any home I've known
Accents polished to a gleam that force my eyes shut
Antiques and silver too hot to touch
What would it take for me to live in a home like that?
More rooms than people to swallow a space
Does it have a guest room for the housekeeper and nanny?
Would they look like me?

when waters meet

the current carries a wave
a set of ripples clashing, colliding, building
a movement of memories
collected from time and space, life and death
a continuous flow,
no beginning, no end
a churning
resolved, only with
a final grasp at the shore
or the pull of another—
a dance of warm and cool,
serene, tempestuous,
unmistakable counterparts
of a larger ocean