Dinky-House Road

Written by: David Fisher

I just realized our humble abode
Is smack-dab in the middle of dinky-house road.

We muddle along in our simple ranches
And their add-ons that shoot off like stubby branches.

We fuss with our lawns but appear as mice
From outer space through a telescopic device.

We barely make waves in the grand scheme of things
Being no larger than droplets in a stone throw’s rings.

But maybe someday it won’t be that way
Perhaps we’ll be something or have something to say.

That will be larger than tiny, louder than ka-boom
Until then we’ll exist in our dinky-house room.