Someone placed a mountain <br />to the left of my new house <br />the clouds have swallowed the sky <br />over the garden to my right <br />waves are chasing the surfers up the horizon <br />and I am standing in my garden <br />speechless <br />wordless <br />knowing I should find a way <br />to squash this all into pictures <br />but all I can do for now <br />is hang out the washing <br />and try to hang on to myself<br /><br />Sheila Knowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moving-house-or-home/
