The Long and Short
Of it all,
What time is spent
In places where you try to earn
Try to live
Try to make rent
I’ve learned
These Irksome thoughts live rent free
In my mind
I hope they too have to spend
Some hard earned time
One bath, one bed
The simple place to lay one’s head
To be led
To believe one must work
Until they’re dead
Spaces between filled with life
Filled with want, love and strife
A small hallway that leads to a nook
An electric range, a fridge with food to cook
This closet barely fits
The clothes I need to wear
And those I dont
On the floor laid bare
Twelve months go far too fast
None of these places are meant to last
I will fill them with the me
That must
And watch
As my lease goes past
This one has a claw foot tub
This one has a view
That one was too much
Could I move in with you?
The brief moments that aren’t bought
Sold
Or paid for
That is where I live
Not in this unadorned box I hoped to find
That I Prayed for
The long work
And the short life
Is that what we were made for?