the birds have left too

Sunlight whirls and settles into crevices unknown.
Flitting, floating, bending shape, and taking form – until it’s comfortable.

If you’re lucky enough,
you see it melting within the shadows,
forming patterns that bring out the forgotten edges of your room.

It’s been close to 152 days,
since cracking paint and crinkly bed sheets have been constant muses,
since the ancient walls of home have been windows into a world that was always around,
but never noticed.

What do your eyes see,
when the sky outside is distant? 
Where do thoughts go,
when there are no visits to the Sea?

They seep into the walls.
Into the bottom of tea cups, and the edges of lilies.
Into spinning curtains, and potted plants.
Into my camera,
shifting between quiet reminders, and curious remembrances.

Slowly building into that which makes a home.