The Greyish Room

The Greyish room is an indeterminable color.
There is a fog, as thick as the earth
that hangs on the walls
in the air and onto the floor.
The fog sweeps in from the gaping hole;
that chasm in the ceiling.
The occupants of the pink room will, on occasion,
bring their argument of day vs. night
into the greyish room
and scream and wave and point madly
at the crack in the ceiling,
each trying to cite the hour
as should be made evident by the skylight.
But they both know the fog is
just
too much.

The mystery of the room's color,
of day and of night,
fade together into the fog.
When the house collapses,
and all the shingles and lumber
and brick and paint are reduced
to the earth,
The fog will hang still in the shape
of the gray room
It will be a new shape we have not yet seen
we have never really seen the room.

Maybe we'll pretend to be architects.
And try to build each other again in the fog.
This time, you say, the blueprint will include a roof
in all of the rooms