Tasseography

http://www.eso-garden.com/index.php?/weblog/2008/01/

My childhood room,

A desk and a bed under the window

My boxed in space,

Walls shared with strangers,

Their voices I hear at night

Whispering next to my bed

Faceless but strangely known

Stone staircase,

 To our third floor apartment

I hold my breath and run all the way,

 Up to my secret place,

Flat roof overlooking the town

Countless street Cats, of all colors

Down below me fields with wild flowers,

Water tanks,

Lined along the roof edge

Legs up, I peek into them one by one

Enchanted by the overturn world

I explore the murky water,

Like a fortune teller I search

 The ever changing rust formations, for signs

Maybe it will be a house on the water edge

Rooms inside rooms, towering ceilings

Only the pulsating thud of the waves

 Will shatter the unbreakable silence

Water everywhere,

Filling up the windows with pastels of

Blues and grays, offsetting the pallid light

I will untie the ropes of my boat

Rocking gently in the incoming tide

Dip my oars into the eddy,

The island, only a faint line in the fog

Slowly shaping into a splash of green

I can see it nearing,

My home on the rocks waiting

Legs up, my head in the water tanks

Sky reflections, hues of blues and grays,

Draw circular spheres, in the muddy water

My sight at the future,I am certain,

Is hiding in the odd shapes of rust

That I will never be able to decipher