This Room

“This room is breaking out

of itself, cracking through

its own walls

in search of space, light,

empty air.

The bed is lifting out of

its nightmares.

From dark corners, chairs

are rising up to crash through clouds.

This is the time and place

to be alive:

when the daily furniture of our lives

stirs, when the improbable arrives.

Pots and pans bang together

in celebration, clang

past the crowd of garlic onions spices

fly by the ceiling fan.

No one is looking for the door.

In all this excitement

I’m wondering where

I’ve left my feet, and why

my hands are outside, clapping.”

-Imtiaz Dharker

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