THREE HOUSES

Sometimes I get up
in the middle of the night
to find relief
or to eat a bowl of cereal.
My way is dimly lit
by night lights.
I don’t know when
we started using them
but they provide
sufficient luminescence
to prevent my stumbling.
And the glow they provide
leaves shadows all around
the places that I move in.
As I negotiate my way
the ambiance feels mysterious
and perhaps a little eerie.

I inhabit three houses:
the day time place —
the one  lamp lit in evenings —
the one that yields to darkness
save for several little bulbs
that softly gleam.

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