Places I Used to Know

I walk through old houses like a ghost
trying to find rest

I tiptoe through Nana’s rose-covered 
condo with the kumquat trees in back

I whisk about the family lake house
where we caught frogs by the creek

I roam my summer camp and all it's 
stones and stairs and forbidden passages 

I find sleep in places I used to know
I find sleep in places I no longer can go 

I roam the halls of my cluttered and 
creative third floor design studio 

I wander through each wallpapered room
in Grandma's brown house on the hill 

I pick myself up and put myself back
into my pink childhood bedroom

I find sleep in places I used to know
I find sleep in places I no longer can go

I walk through past spaces like a ghost
in my endeavors for rest