Full House Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

I live in a house with no roof.
Wings wander in all directions.
Windows catch both the light and the breeze.
Faces can be seen peeking from behind drawn drapes
Or gazing shamelessly down on the motionless topiary
On the nights when the moon lights up the lawn.

Most people believe that we are alone in our souls.
They may ignore the voices that whisper to them
When they are vulnerable to subliminal suggestions
But this does not mean they do not hear them.

I live with both my demons and my angels.
I sit down to breakfast with a full table.
I brush by boarders in the corridor at night.
I share stories with my guests by the fireside.

All are welcome to come in and get warm.
All are welcome to take shelter through a storm.
All are welcome to choose a room and move in.
So long as they are willing to become a working part
Of this rambling mansion with a beating heart.