shelter swelling

endings illuminate beginnings, I think
as I fold laundry -
making towers of neat
slightly wrinkled cotton.
I lit candles and watered my desert plant,
hoping growth would find me somewhere in between.
There are people who i wish my life was
more full of -
maybe they can fit now that my existence isn't so thin.
maybe there are spaces in beds across the country,
dream cities, good friends, new hopes.

Its ok to cry in the open cool air under tall buildings,
to not quite understand the sequence of events
that lead to this loss -
and rater, gain
of open cool spaces, of future in the light.
forget where you were last night -
its morning through the mini-blinds.