to make it habitable

Poem #285 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

it was quite an enterprise

a truck arrived
filled with flat packs
one atop the other

he worked at a furious pace
checking contents

he was adept
for in a short time
the cellar was assembled
and inserted

a floor

the kitchen
bedroom bedroom bedroom
bath and shower
smallest room
front door
stairs down
stairs up

the attic

the roof

unpacked and assembled

lacking something

some element

it was found
of course
in the last pack
a much smaller container
able to be carried easily
by the man

he moved systematically
into and out of every room

in each he paused
set down the container
opened it and removed
a small quantity
of a delicate

he wandered the room
and deposited a sprinkle
of fine substance
in each

then returned
gathered his container
and moved on to the next room

spending more time
in the cellar
more time
in the attic

when he was done
the container
was empty
the house
was filled

the memories
and familiarities
of a lived life
in place
to welcome a new owner

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #286: tba

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