may be just a house
yet it resonates with and through me…
adobe bricks
and mud-plastered walls
contain sounds
and smells
that echo in me as well
haven’t lived there in years
but really, i’ve never left
this house and i emerged from the same soil
we hear grandma’s ancient hymns
through the same set of ears
may be just a house
yet is stores my
green-gold dreams
for dew-eagles to spread and cleanse
my destiny
