HOUSES

Houses in the dawn
wake with wind
on their doorsteps

whether forest or coast
houses breathe
the air of place

at crossroads and at
causeway houses drink
the wine of presence,

drink difficult wine
in their own construction.
Houses undeniable

astonish the stone
wherever they stretch
their long toes

wherever they raise
their wide glasses
their broad eyes

gleam, their lips
open to drink from
their own mass.