The speaker opens with a simple idea: life is about choices, and here is theirs. They would fill the home of their youth with old poems and new songs, mixing what they've loved for years with something fresh. Then comes a quiet scene. They doze off in a rocker as the sunset fades, and the poem seems to slip into sleep with them.
The last lines turn playful and strange. In "dream time," the speaker and someone else (the "we" is never explained) drop anchor among streaks of stars and roller skate across the Andromeda sky. The image mixes something heavy and still, an anchor, with something light and fast, skating, and that contrast gives the dream its joy.
The mood is cozy, nostalgic, and gently whimsical. The short, spaced-out lines feel like slow breathing, and the speaker seems content, choosing comfort and imagination over worry. Growing older, the poem suggests, doesn't have to mean growing less playful.