This was inspired by a morning I spent at G’s house. We entered through the garage, on one of his last days at home before the family emigrates.
the metal grey garage
with four bodyboards arranged in height order
dust collects on the floor
swirls and shakes the boards dumbly battering against the garage walls
and you walk out with all your luggage locked and sealed
flying overhead and never coming back
locked and sealed, you shut up
doors, rooms, words and thoughts
leaving the house
and all its ghosts
dumbly battering against the walls.