My upstairs life interferes with my downstairs life

Upstairs I am stacked, cluttered and wandering

Downstairs I am responsible, working, feeding cats

Upstairs I am confused, alone and pensive

Downstairs I pay bills, water plants and dust 

Upstairs I yearn for a lover in my bed

Downstairs I make work for upstairs

In neat piles at the bottom of the staircase

I wander from room to room finding things

That belong upstairs sooner or later

Upstairs to the office, downstairs to the kitchen

Downstairs creates chaos upstairs

My house guides me perpetually up and down 

Encasing me in a world of clutter and confusion

Or is it just my mind creating

The upstairs downstairs house

–Victoria Emmons, Copyright 2015