A Year of Poems – Day 67

People’s rooms reflect their brain.
The bed, the clothes and how they lie
are mirrored in their mental roads
which twist and curve like dirty clothes
or run in straight and ordered grids.
To venture in another’s room
is to travel to a foreign land
and drive reversed, without a map,
while learning how a country thinks.
To share a room, to share a life
is to integrate infrastructure
in an engineering design endeavor
grander than all the walls, gardens,
or capitals built in a nation’s life.

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