[FONT="]I can see my house
from the Space Station.
It wasn’t moved after all.
The ancient lumber
still rests upon cinder blocks,
cattle graze in the surrounding
pastures. My three brothers
and I are asleep, windows
open, the living room
fan, draws a cool night
over us. We dream
[/FONT]
[FONT="]disconnected futures
not knowing it means an
early death for one of us.
We are too deep into
hygge to know the world
with its demanding bag
of grief and sorrow slowly
moves toward us
with snake-like stealth.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
We become the antithesis
of the sleeping children,
consumed in the worries
of this world, pushing out
to avoid caving in, but,
gravity’s always the winner
until it has no mass
to grasp[/FONT]
[FONT="]
like the spirit of our dead
brother, who decides
to join me on the Space Station,
both of us look down
upon our farmhouse heaven.
He leans toward my ear
and whispers,
“Beautiful, ain’t it.”[/FONT]
from the Space Station.
It wasn’t moved after all.
The ancient lumber
still rests upon cinder blocks,
cattle graze in the surrounding
pastures. My three brothers
and I are asleep, windows
open, the living room
fan, draws a cool night
over us. We dream
[/FONT]
[FONT="]disconnected futures
not knowing it means an
early death for one of us.
We are too deep into
hygge to know the world
with its demanding bag
of grief and sorrow slowly
moves toward us
with snake-like stealth.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
We become the antithesis
of the sleeping children,
consumed in the worries
of this world, pushing out
to avoid caving in, but,
gravity’s always the winner
until it has no mass
to grasp[/FONT]
[FONT="]
like the spirit of our dead
brother, who decides
to join me on the Space Station,
both of us look down
upon our farmhouse heaven.
He leans toward my ear
and whispers,
“Beautiful, ain’t it.”[/FONT]