Yet another end-of-a-holiday poem

Just before we had to leave, I gave the house

one final sweep for anything we might have missed;

a scrunched-up T-shirt underneath a chair

a charger still plugged in somewhere

a pair of goggles left beside the pool. 

Nothing. But I did find, down a corridor,

a room I hadn’t known was there. 

Large it was, and filled with buttery light; 

A room I could have been happy in, if

only I’d discovered it while there was 

still time