Room to Room

I walked room to room, looking for something good

Each space I looked intently, found nothing

Every corner and line followed to its end

Every object moved and studied

Still nothing

I moved room to room, looking for something good

My steps changed with my expectations

I lingered instead of searched

Sat and waited instead of rummaged

I felt the movement of the air, hot and thick push me

I saw dust floating before me, pushed by my breath

But still nothing

I became the room, looking for something good

I heard footsteps and bustling

Heard frustration and cursing

I saw a being slow down and give in to acceptance and peace

Saw him travel inward to the furthest corners of the cosmos just to come back to this room, back to me, back to himself

Back to nothing