Tell Me How You Spend Your Day

There’s reassurance in recounting the hours
strung one to another like a paper chain
and what holds them there, affixed,
is the loop of the next moment, then the next,
when I tell you what it held.

You’re a doorway between two houses –
one where I live, cook, sit, sleep,
and one farther down the hill
where I hang secrets like glass globes
and wait on them for light.