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