cabin
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Old Henry built it with his own hands,
harvested the wood from his own lands.
He dug the well and laid the stone
and worked real hard to make it his own.
Henry plowed the fields and tilled the soil,
If tomorrow never comes
and I’ve still not found a way
to do the things I’d like to do
but failed to day-by-day,
I just want you to know
the dreams that I possessed,
the hopes that kept me going,
Some folks see her in the window,
just a shadow standing there.
Some folks hear her in the morning
when she sings her daily prayer,
but they’ve never really met her
and she likes it just that way.
counting knots in the wood slats-
the ones i can feel my nonexistent breath bounce off against
the ones holding up the musty mattress that does not get granted a body for most of the year
silent cabin
Lazy rain patters on the rooftop
Drops roll down the glass window
A room - dimly lit and cool
A tea kettle whispers slow
Through the window streams
I stare out my open door
Feeling the wind whirl around me
Causing my red hair to spin and fly
As the giant trees look down at little me
I smile up at them
Just happily being in my oasis
My heart is like a cabin in the woods;
Hidden from sight.
Sometimes I’ll raise signs to show that life still lives here,
But I forget;
There is no one around to see it
