There is no water in the attic,
No sunlight either
Niether
Not
Just vacant space for imagination
Just ceiling joists and
Spaces that we shouldn't step through.
It is just a space that we were told not to enter,
So of course we entered.
We were brave.
We searched in the nothing
Not finding something
Or anything to warrant the warnings.
Our parents were so adamant.
They were so angry to discover that we cleaved to the shingles.
There must be something.
There must be some great secret.
Perhaps the ghost that Granny saw
Could live here.
We were in so much trouble for seeing nothing.
We were in so much trouble for being hotter than usual.
We couldn't understand the trouble.
We couldn't understand the fear of adults that we might fall and die.
Death had not entered our conscious yet.
Just an attic with so much warning we couldn't explain.
Surely God lived there,
Or the Devil.
Surely there was something more important than we could see.
We believed this because adults wrung there hands and spanked us.
It was just an attic.
