The 7th House

I think about things way too much

Not dwelling upon or even belaboring

But sort of mulling with musing

Often peering and pondering

Other times just wandering around inside my own head

Recently I found a pebble of a thought

While walking on one of the paths up there in my brain

That I find it peculiar to be in the 7th house

This house where the windows are parchment

But the doors still swing open in welcome

Although the paint is a bit worn and cracked

There is still a fire in the hearth

A house without a hearth is lonely and cold

I will vacate a house like that and never return

I have not lived here very long

I am still learning the floor plan

Realizing that vaulted ceilings get cobwebs you can’t see

And sometimes there are spiders

You can only use so much Spackle to cover up a crack

Leaks of all kinds come with the territory

Mirrors are best when the lights are dim

My clothes reflect the dwelling space

I used to wear satin and silk

My wardrobe now

Crinoline and lace

Beautiful in their own right

Made softer by the fading light

I never gave much thought to the 7th house

Now that I’ve moved in, I’m measuring my time

I’m settling in gradually, as the years go by

I look in the cupboards for memories

Of the places I’ve lived before

All a part of the route I took

To this place I never thought I’d be

The 7th house at the corner of 8th and Eternity