A poem

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.