Every house I ever entered
whether to live in or breathe of -
- awhile, I would keep trying
To find the cornermost corner,
At the angle furthest from
When you enter the door.
And then when I encountered
each such corner, I sat down
in the comfortable darkened edge
yet to see the light of knowledge
-That usually pervaded a house -
of who I was, when I entered it.
Yesterday was different.
I had set myself up to fail,
And found that my last corner
Had in turn, turned upon me.
I turned back from my corner
To face the rest of the room
And I was awash in light.
