The House In My Head

The house in my head

Is an upscale cottage

With solid hardwood floors

And warm wood paneling

The stools at the breakfast bar

All have backs

And there’s a window right above the sink

The curtains are pale blue

With lace trim

No expense was spared

There’s a garden out back

With a bubbling bird bath

And bright-colored blooms

There’s a stone path

And a covered swing

My dream one day is to sit on that swing

And read

Poetry

I don’t want to hold the heavy loudness on my shoulders

I want to cup the silence in the palm of my hands

And breathe it in

I may never own that swing

Or those curtains

But I want to know that they’re there

For someone

That someone will hug their knees in a sundress

And hum to the soothing motion

I want to know

That there’s more to life

More beauty

Than just

The house in my head