Proud

You want to see your house
succeed. You want to watch
as it stands on the stage, alone,
delivers the aria, and collects
heaps of roses in its gutters.
Every day you awaken, worry
about what dangers your house
will face in the big wide world,
and let it face them, because this
is the contract. This is the deal.
Some day you will give away
your house to someone else,
who will take care of it (or not)
in a manner totally beyond you.
This is the way we live. After
a while, you stop worrying, learn
how to trust that your house
knows what is best, hides
the right things behind doors
that sometimes no longer open
to you as they used to. This
is right, you'll remind yourself.
This is how it is supposed to be.

Thanks for reading! This year I'm writing poems about moving into my first house and dealing with a lot of drama and evolution in this and other parts of my life. We'll see where it goes.