Houses

the house we built consists of many rooms

many me’s and many you’s for many years like rings of trees

of old sequoia’s or oaks, or nuts, the one I fell in love with many years ago

the one with hands like paddles, to repair the rudder that almost ripped into many you’s and me’s

because there is always risks to sail into unknown waters.

the house we built consists of many rooms

many me’s and many you’s for many years like rings of trees the wood I love like nothing else

wooden floor and wooden table wooden tears and wooden cradle

a bed made from bamboo and plates made from clay to dine with a family made from

many me’s and many you’s for many years like rings of trees

Let’s have a feast and let’s invite the many me’s and many you’s

and have some wine and cheese and summer breeze

let’s invite all the lighthouses, fountains and all the kids and kitchen mice

then I will cook a magic soup, and stir and stir

not like the witches, no hell of a broth, but boil and bubble

against your powerful trouble

All the rooms will be filled with laughter and music and beautiful flowers

and beautiful trees, today I count thirty, some thicker some thinner

searching for a me in you, for many years like rings of trees

or shells and corals

that once become sand to cover the land

to cover the house, to cover the many me’s

and you’s