Day 206

Where is the house that used to stand here?
Where are the doors, the rugs, the chairs?
The kitchen with its herbs, little pots where they grew.
There was a room with two small beds.  A mother
who sat on one of the beds reading stories 
to her children.  There was even a cat:  a gray cat
who liked to sleep with one of the children.
What can be made from all this rubble, these slabs
piled one on another?  Everything, it seems,
has been turned to stone:  a single color.
When you look you may find 
one spoon, one bracelet of beads, one pillow.
Start here, you say to yourself, and slowly
slowly you begin to build.