Transition

My house is not the four walls I inhabit
But the memory that it evokes.
My dwelling is the spirit that eyes can’t see.
I am in this world but also out of this world.
I am alone and not alone.
I have no need to fill the hour.
Time is a construct, a mirage.
I flow inward with the current of the soul.
I retreat from material definition.
I walk in the stillness of my mind.

Deborah Ruiz Wall