in your house
there lived wisdom,
a lifetime of experience
resting warmly upstairs
while your roots anchored
finally to the ground.

though your house
was falling apart
the spiders in your attic
never gained ground,
nor did your hearth
ever cool.

now your house
may be no more
and your spiders have fled
resting warmly around the world
your experience, though scattered,
will live on forever.