Robert Powell

Leaf House

Wecome poem for teh leaf house written on the inside of the entrance door. The poem can only be read through the mirror opposite the door.

I am Leaf.
I unfurl, flag-fly, spin sun
into breath, come
adrift to sail, return.
The world hangs from me.

I am House —
a beached boat of needs. Rain
takes my shape, I melt snow, fold
love & pain inside
to become home.

I am Leaf House —
root house, sky house.
Enter me, be
safe & wander, dream.
The artist’s eye is all our I’s.