I am asking the world
\nto come to my house,
\ncome through its doors,
\nbring smells,
\nthe pastry of its dust,
\nthe wild scent of its air.
\nI want my house
\nto be a corner where a path bends,
\nwhere I stop by
\nthe rushing water of faucets
\nand hear falls.
\nWhere my shirt can be open
\nand I can breathe
\nthe wind in its rafters.<\/p>\n
I want the roof off at night
\nto see stars melting into light.
\nI want the walls
\nto be windows.
\nI want chasms
\nwhere the stairs climb,
\nand the frost
\ninside my legs
\nturns warm with stepping.
\nI want my house
\nto be openness,
\na home,
\nwhere I rise each day
\nand acknowledge
\nthe family I belong to,
\nthe world.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am asking the world to come to my house, come through its doors, bring smells, the pastry of its dust, the wild scent of…<\/p>\n