Now that I know where
to look, the little removable
panel in the back porch floor
seems obvious. Lifting it
provides access to a master
water shutoff valve. No more need
to crawl through cobwebs
and dust. I feel the presence
of an agile mind, a hand
grasping my own, and I breathe
Thanks.
After many years of living in a house that I built, I am now living in a place someone else built. It takes a while to touch a new house, all its parts and corners, and to learn to listen to it. This was one of those moments, discovered during the painting of the place. It’s also a poem about a sort of community.
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