The Gables

Seeking to change my station,
I offended both the house I left
and the house I entered.
I took two names: Absence
and Guest.

My new house was filled with undivided possibilities
like a first ocean.
The people there ignored me.
I was as unobtrusive
as a wall sconce.

My old house said
Your basketball net is still
dripping off its ring. Your mother
is still boiling water in the kitchen.
Do you want to be young forever?

What shame, stammering
beneath the willows of my boyhood swamp
forced to remember
beneath the willows.