You’re walking from room to room
At the pace of glaciers
The wind, the wind between the walls
All the too well-known faces,
Every memory

In the bright yellow light of morning
At the top of the stairs
Watch the dolls leap over the railing
With all your childhood fears
And every memory

Taking pictures in front of the farmhouse
Another act of healing
While inside all the dusty doorways
The wallpaper is peeling
With every memory
You’re halfway to the sea