Robert Powell

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.