I never ended up reading Mary Norton’s book fully, but the idea of tiny people living a secret life in a house and “borrowing” stuff from the big people every day, resonated with me. What a borrower I am. How much I owe to the paths I have walked on, the trees who have met me, the pieces of music and writing that have come my way, and to kindred spirits who sent notes saying – Read this! Listen to this!
Reminder to self: Every kind of shelter deserves your attention and care.
If you want my apartment, sleep in it
but let’s have a clear understanding:
the books are still free agents.
If the rocking chair’s arms surround you
they can also let you go,
they can shape the air like a body.
I don’t want your rent, I want
a radiance of attention
like the candle’s flame when we eat,
I mean a kind of awe
attending the spaces between us—
Not a roof but a field of stars.