The Only Good Tiny House
When I write it’s like
I get to go inside
A tiny house in my mind.
It’s spotless there, all the time.
Wonderful handmade wood varnish
Bright oak and cherry and
Fresh homegrown teas at the ready
Things are so harmonious here
The bees put their honey
In your cup for you.
The sun lights my joints, and
The stars tuck me in, telling me stories.
Everything smells like a campfire
But nothing is ever smoky.
The cat is always purring, and
Her bowl is never empty. I hear
The sound of a creek nearby, but
It never rains, and the soft cackle
Of distant thunder never scares me.
Oh, but don’t forget the most
Marvelous part of writing– the part where
I am never lonely.