The cabin

In my mind

I built it already and it is glorious

It is mine

And it sings in the night and prays in the mornings 

And murmurs that many good things are ahead of me

It is color of sunbeams in afternoons

It is trinkets and whatsits 

And tinkling chimes

It keeps us warm and we toast biscuits there and eat them hot and we share secrets with the fire

While the dog sleeps a thousand sleeps.

There, we hear sounds of the trees and wonder what’s outside and we don’t mind what it is

Because of the strong walls

Here, life is a grander scheme and it seems funny that to become bigger we must think smaller. I smile about that. 

I have dreamed the details before they exist. 

It holds a stained glass window and all my better intentions in this life

It holds things that matter

Bits and pieces of what I couldn’t create

Yet.