House

House My house is modest By many standards And then not so much by others Some would consider it artful It is full of my paintings and trees that I've planted Neglected before I arrived It measures twenty-three feet from front to back With an east west orientation The sun rises and its light penetrates to the interior western wall The sun sets and illuminates the east A prevailing eastward breeze moves through Up the stairs and out a bedroom window The house breathes it in and I along with it We both expand as if one set of lungs and exhale And the western wind moves onward East west and west east The sun and the moon Morning until night Beginning and end Then over again The space in between is where I work