On seeking a place to call home
How many bedrooms does this home have?
Is it close to some shops and a handy bus stop?
Does it sit without squeeze in my budget?
Does the kitchen have space to roast garlic?
But perhaps it is not those things which truly count,
not what I most want to know
when seeking a place to call home.
Perhaps, what I really wish to ask
If I’m permitted to hang art on the walls?
Memories, photographs, pictures.
Can the power points provide strength for all moods of music?
Is there space for bookshelves and too many books?
Can I sleep soundly at night, undisturbed by harsh sounds?
Can I hear birdsong when the sun is thinking to rise?
Does the sunlight shine softly into the rooms?
Are there smiles or frowns in the air?
How many shades of green can be seen through the windows?
How many paces to a blossoming jacaranda?
Does the breeze whisper gentle, welcoming words?
Will a frangipani cutting thrive here?
Is there a space to sit quietly with a large mug of tea?
Is there a sense that I can really be me?
Is it a house or is it a home?