Poetry: House sitting

Unfamiliar bedsheets. Different 
light. Playing house. Here 
I can be anything. Time
traveler. Lover. Midnight poet
lost in fog. I collect pine cone
roses. Walk the gargoyle dog
under mocking magpies. Wooden
floors creak. Could be a ship. 
I’m the captain. Ocean calls
within pink coffee cups. Dance
darling. Spin me. Do you see
those lights? Pumpkin memories
flickering. Was it a crowded
nightclub? A woodland church?
It happens again. It happens
again. Pour me another glass—
sing. Your voice calls. Sounds
like together. Like us. Like me.
I can be anything. This time.