A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Inside the strange uneven house
Tourists come and go
To witness the upset gravity
Held inside this place outside of time
And unknown to the known physical realms.
They never stay for long
Exploring the strange interiors with wonder
And leaving without complaint within the hour
To go back to the world
Where feet walk the ground instead of the ceiling.
One day, a girl and boy walk in,
Siblings close in age,
Pasts known to only each other.
As they look around and explore
The girl takes comfort in the horizontal stairs
and the chairs on the wall.
The boy finds solace in the water running through things instead of around
And the tilt of the ceiling that forever pulls bodies at an angle.
With a quick glance easily interpreted, they know they feel the same about the upside down house.
But at the end of the day they walk out like everyone else,
Because the night had come
And the Upside Down house is not open all day.