there is inside my house a flight
of rooms removed by half
an inch in a direction
that I can’t quite name
off a little at an angle
like in the drawing of a child
but how to get there seems
impossible to figure out.
I sometimes feel the walls
and listen. I wonder if
there’s something hidden
in those rooms. A corner
where the puppeteers are,
waiting for their show to start.
Matt Riker lived in Switzerland, Sweden and England as a child, and grew up trilingual. While studying in Berne and Cape Town he started writing poetry and has remained at it ever since. A number of his poems have appeared in magazines and anthologies. Matt currently lives and teaches in Switzerland.