On that rainy day,
who could have known
that this house wherein I briefly sheltered
would one day become my home?
For a time, I passed it by,
thinking on it, little.
But now, its windows,
clear and blue,
reflect my image.
Looking into them,
I find stories undiscovered,
burnished into nooks
with unpolished memory.
This house,
it breathes me in.
Its warmth comforts me.
It wraps me in its rough hewn walls,
lifts me from base earth
with foundation, strong,
and I am beholden.
My soul embraces it
even as it encloses me.
Wholly unencumbered,
we are each entangled to the other.
Inextricable unity
define us now
as other than we were,
as stronger than we were
before that day
I sheltered here so briefly.