But Nobody’s Home

You’ve been out all day
Painting fences with your brush
Outside your house
You roam this planet
Imprisoned
Your vibrancy chained
Your vigour handcuffed
You look for inspiration
In city lights and late flights
In the toll of bells
In dulcet acoustics
While your own windows are bolted
Why do you turn your collar up
And fight the wind?
Why do your cold feet
Traverse the restless pavement
Looking for meaning
In cobblestone and gravel?
You paint your walls
In bright yellows
But the curtains are musty
The silverware, dusty
People walk by
The uncollected mail
And the grimy doorknob
But you’re not home, are you?

-Dhanya Nair

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