Knots
Moving hands and feet
thread these rooms together
balance them on stairs
are busy daily keeping
the basement under the walls
carpet under chairs
and the slates from flying off.
Unpeopled houses drift
dishevelled to the breakers
floors unpinned and treads on end
and lofts staring at the moon.
Now, taps rasp
children murmur like pigeons
under the eves and
laced to these dependent
stones and flesh
I draw your fingers towards me
tying the last knots.