Wizard opening door
Unlocking the door, peering in
with surprise,
stepping into old dust—
this old room
did not change
while I grew.
I left it
locked and unused—
I changed,
but I did not change
this area, so
it did not change.

I see my old patterns
in the lay of the furniture,
the wear in the mattress,
scuffs in the floor leading
back and forth, back and forth.
More work lies ahead.

Looking back
at the work behind,
my hands know their strength.
I am changed, I am ready
to rehabilitate
my abandoned rooms.