Discovering the strange, just right there just an inch from where you always look
Our homes become familiar within a few weeks of habitation.
Within a few hours, the rhythms of the walls are already those
That will coast you through the next years or decades.
An airport terminal during a long delay already shows the
Rhythmic waves of familiarity and it only takes the rivulet
Of time to define the current through the rock to make
The river of memory and connotation that, after all those
Million to the billionth power removals of boulder molecules, the centuries-
Long smoothing of the rock veins, after all that time
The river still just follows that same path winding with a
Torrent where the rivulet bubbled and trickled.
Point is here you are, you are the river, this home,
Here you’re at home, you’ve seen this, you are a pro
At matters pertaining to familiarity with your own home.
But look! There just right plain in sight, look there all
Along was that pipe leading into the shower head
Always so foreign? Did it always look so ramshackle, so
Like it’s in some Mexican village, so just like a painted pipe
Through the wall? Of course, it’s always been there, every
Morning for a million to the billionth showers. You missed it.
What else is strange? What else touches you, is just inches
From you crawling so strange?