If I were a house
I think I’d be like this one.
Along side a creek
Surrounded by wild ferns and yucca
With lots of shade and a small garden.
Built on granite and red clay.
Pieced together
Brick by brick, plank by plank
To form a home.
Flowers and herbs from the yard
Cut and placed inside.
Books in every room
Windows in the ceiling
And no blinds because the trees provide a safe guard.
Dwelled in by early risers
Creators, reflectors, lovers of nature.
A home that’s accommodating and connecting
With plenty of space to move and untangle.

If I were a house
I think I’d be like this one.