Be Still

Evolving Room

The room is still.

Planted on firm foundation,

Centred!

Creating balance and space,

The room is still,

Its walls do not move,

But the flooring does,

In case the paint goes splat.

The room is still,

As is the door frame,

But the furniture evolves,

From coach to day bed and back,

The room is still,

Its walls don’t move,

But the art that hangs on it does,

The wind blows them down.

The room is still,

As is the door frame,

But items go in an out

Changing the room to suit my mood,

The room is still,

Its walls don’t move,

But the plants do,

So they can chase the rain to grow,

The room is still,

As is the door frame,

The nick-nacks come and go,

As the room evolves,

The room is still,

Its walls don’t move,

But the cushions fly,

As I work out how to sit,

The room is still,

As is the door frame,

But the table moves

Just in case I have company.

The room is still,

Its walls don’t move,

But just everything else does,

To evolve to suit daily my needs,

The room is still,

As is the door frame,

The candles, the tea pot, the mat, the paints and brushes,

They all move as the way the room was designed.

The room is still,

Its walls don’t move,

Things do,

Creating balance and space,

The room is still,

As is the door frame,

Enter, look and enjoy,

But leave things centred,

The room is still,

As is the door frame,

Its walls don’t move,

So contented I smile.

Debbie Chilton © Copyright 2013