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Little Home

Posted in From Cookies to Monsters on November 1, 2009 by auer83

But I am holding half an acre
Torn from the map of Michigan
I am carrying this scrap of paper

That can crack the darkest sky wide open
Every burden taken from me
Every night my heart unfolding
My home



An island so small, perched upon a forever-gleaming sea, the moon shining like a lighthouse warning ships who might dash themselves upon the constellations. I sat down for a time, amongst some small flowers and short grasses blinded by the curved blade of a crisp, silver moon. Who was with me? I was alone, and yet, I felt the presence of a million faces pressed upon mine, breathing into my nose, warming my ears and chin.
They all whispered into my ears; stretch south past the hanging lamp around the Crystal Lake. There, on this lonely island, you will find something that you have once lost and once cherished.
And so I went in the night, first following the fading path around the sandy beach atop the highest point where I found a dull iron heart sword and a forever burning marble oak torch nestled inside a small stone cove. I followed still further around the shore of a crystal clear lake, which resembled the smoothest of mirrors. I even dipped my finger in the cool water and felt the power radiate from my body into a thousand ripples. And I found what I had lost. Tucked between two mountains where a small stream entered the lake was my little home.
I entered into it and shut the door, letting its hinges creek and brass bolt catch.
Someone was tapping. But it was not from the outside.

I had died here years ago alone in my bed, tucked in my rough worn quilts, my hair pressed against the headboard, my eyes drying as they gazed up at the swaying candle flames from the chandelier.

The tapping was getting louder. Was it coming from the loft above? Or perhaps the cellar bellow?

I knelt down and touched the smooth stones of the fireplace. They were still warm.

Just as I left it.


Light of the world
Are you still here?
And are we illuminating?
When love becomes a delicate display
So weak, dissolved by anything
Love lies here waiting all alone

~Jars of Clay