If I Were A Carpenter

This woman,
the tower

of a natural
wood-

unique
and mortal as

the hands that
designed it.

In this life
we build

many things;
everyday

a blueprint
of infinity-

a house without
a single, fastened door,

a bridge
to a garden

with a thousand
singing birds-

where light
becomes a child

runs
freely

between the roses
and the hours

that eventually
reduce

our best-planned
dreams

to finely,
scattered dust.