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.