Dream House

by Michael Macklin

Early the light filters through
pines and oaks
reaches between raw studs
to lay bars of shadow
on the sub –floor.

In my dreams this is
a place of warmth and safety
but today looking out
over the water and deep blue
sky I realize how much
of the world I will wall away.

I walk the stony beach
gathering waves and osprey,
bagging the sighs of the wind
to carry back to the rough table
inside where I’ll begin the careful
work of writing the outside world in.