THIS ROOM

THIS ROOM

this room is breaking out
of itself, cracking through
its own walls.
in search of space, light,
empty air.

the bed is lifting out of
its nightmares.
from dark corners, chairs
are rising up to crash through clouds.

this is the time and place to be alive:
when the daily furniture of our lives
stirs, when the improbable arrives.
pots and pans bang together
in celabration, clang
past the crowed of garlic, onions, spices,
fly by the ceiling fan.
no one is lookin for the door.

in all this excitment
im wondering were
i've left my feet, and why

my hands are outside, clapping.