I just saw "Travelling Time", a movie by Andrei Tarkovsky, and wanted to share this small poem with you.
I don't know what a house is,
Is it a coat?
Or an umbrella when it rains?
I have filled it with bottles, rugs, wooden ducks, curtains, fans,
It seems I never want to leave it.
Then it's a cage
That imprisons whoever passes by
Even a bird like you,
dirty with snow
But what we told each other
Is so light that cannot be kept in.