The Hinges Sound Differently Poem by RIC BASTASA

you are back from a trip
the dogs meet you
the house help serves the usual
food that you like: hot soup and some greens
you open the door of your room
the usual smell of wood and newly put linens
meet you
the trip has done you good
the casualness have changed for the better now
it is an old world right
but it makes sense now
the chairs dance, the table no longer tiptoes
the curtains unfold, the winds are fresh this time
the hinges sound differently
together they make an orchestra for you
as though saying: we are glad you're back
we are sad no more....