Sense and Sensorship
In this big new house
when you step inside,
the light in the hall comes on -
one of those sensors has sensed you.
Linger there,
admiring its width
height and length
(you can just make out
the grandfather clock
in the distance)
you begin to expand -
and the light goes off.
Wave your arm enough,
it comes on again.
step through the double door
(how swish)
into the Master Bedroom,
then into the 'walk-in 'robe',
on comes the light, sensored.
Pause and you're in total dark.
Through the other door's
the 'en suite'd:
lighting as above.
While you shower
the light goes off.
(This can be sort of sensuous,
lathering in the dark.)
Step out, it comes back on.
Not sensible, all this.
Perhaps the house
now so trigger-happy
could be desensitised.
Meanwhile it's for us
to learn the body language
required in the new house,
dramatic, grandiose.
The mortgage also is of vast extent -
on and on into the dark future,
way out of sight. I can't get
my pensioned mind round it.
My wife reckons by earninng
earnestly another decade or two
she may get it shrunk.
To keep the light on
I'm waving towards it right now
somewhere way past the grandfather clock
with its plodding clockwork tick tock tock.
Max Richards
Doncaster, Melbourne
1 Feb 06
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