A first floor Maisonette
on a busy street.
A terraced house
on a crowded corner
at the gas works' feet.
A des res in a private road
of dreamy blossoms
such a show!
A country estate
with woodland, stables
and impressive looking gate.
A cottage on a one way street
with trees that shaded from the heat.
An apartment built long ago
with ornate windows
in which leaded colours glow.
They are all homes
which at times I've lived in
and each has its memories
still dwelling deep within.
But grander or humble
there is no way to say
which of those places
was the best place to stay.
The happiness was never
contained by four walls
or even the gardens
or neighbours that called.
The sounds of the past
still echo in each
of playing with children's toys
or eating a celebration feast.
Of passion in bedrooms
and fights in the dark
of anxious times
hoping illness departs.
Of victories and failures
of external trials of life
carried back home
to share with a wife.
As I look around
this now, small humble home
I want to open all the windows wide
throw open all doors
and spread the homely warmth
that's found inside
as far as it will go.
And make the world my home
with a cosmic vaulted roof
and the stars as chandeliers
the walls, four corners of the earth
a mossy carpet for my feet
and Your love to welcome me
wherever I might find my Self
wherever I may just be.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wherever-i-may-be/
