Robert Creeley - Somewhere
The galloping collection of boards <br />are the house which I afforded <br />one evening to walk into <br />just as the night came down. <br /> <br /> <br />Dark inside, the candle <br />lit of its own free will, the attic <br />groaned then, the stairs <br />led me up into the air. <br /> <br /> <br />From outside, it must have seemed <br />a wonder that it was <br />the inside he as me saw <br />in the dark there.<br /><br />Robert Creeley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somewhere-38/