To Build a Home

You must learn one thing
The world was made to be free in.
– David Whyte, from Sweet Darkness

Days pile up
like cracked
earthen bricks
waiting in the yard
for rough hands
to stack them
into a container
to hold this life.

The sun cycles;
the cracks widen;
rain fills the fissures
and dances
sweet kisses –
tender tongued
tributaries
across the Earth’s skin.

The moon urges
opaque shadows
closer to dawn
with the flat trowel
of her cold light.
Your soft hands tremble.
This new day is waiting.
Go to the yard and begin.