What will it be like
when no one's home?

The house dark
the light extinguished
where, once bright with souls
it waits, empty, now.

A lone raccoon drifts
disconsolate from window to window,
a ghost to haunt the silence.

What will it be like,
when no one will ever be home?

It might be that way now,
but spirit will not confess
to silence,
will not admit that
all things change,
all things die.

My life was here
Octobers past
bright orange days spread
tree to tree to tree
fire in the sky
but now,
sere is the dusky night,
sere the soul which would belong.....

to something,.. you,. to anyone,
but home is where there is
no one soon to be left;
what will it be
when there is no one
home?

No home,
no
...one
.......home.

2/16/98