After the fire

The covered room now
becomes windswept after
a storm. The fire took the roof.
Opened to the sky:
where once was plaster
and wood has become
the underside of trees
with pieces of sky
above a brick wall.
An enclosed yard with cement
for grass and doors and windows
in the fences. Walk through
these rooms and remember
what happened here,
the couch and the kitchen,
where the cat slept,
where the mirror reflected
your eyes looking back
and seeing that nothing
was ever going to change.