making the house one

 Upstairs, and Downstairs

I wonder at my unconscious

working, through dreaming, in the night,

when I can remember,

I feel the fears

of being lost, 

of having lost something,

of being in conflict,

I can also feel the joyous effort

of building against dissolution,

block upon block upon block,

my consciousness is of the upstairs,

and I wonder how much who I am

comes from the work of the downstairs,

the house should be one,

yet easily splits into two.

by Henry H. Walker

April 15, ‘22