The home reveals itself during the journey out.
Shed glass hovers lightly above the ground.
We head against the flow (an ancient path)
the flat ribbon of sea, patterns in the midst
of living- crossing over.
A black, tiny island is dismantled. Recycled
and reused, we imagine children- a simple
and clear choice of materials. We speak
of fortune, modern isolation and accidental meetings
in a sparsely furnished city.
Never reject the past- the internal
resources of green. Submit to space
as if it were a house... every second
reminded of precisely where you are.
City dweller, build a ship. Water child,
climb the hill. Architect, tear down
your dreams. Anticipate desire.