We Are Guests Here

We are guests here.

Tread softly upon

clean soles.


The orchestra plays.

Listen for it.


Platters of delights

fill the counter tops.

Hold out your hands.



Laughter is hidden

behind closed doors.

Turn the knob, and

fling them open.

Get innocent dizzy in the purity. 


A brush dances in the air

slopped with cozy coats of comfort.

Stand very still.

What are you looking for?