A House Hunter’s Wish Listing
Find me a house
with a view of green trees,
a garden so fertile it flowers with ease,
and neighbors who won’t shut their windows and grouse
at music I’m playing.
Find me that house!
Show me a house
that’s been kept with such care
no faucet is drippy; no drawer needs repair;
no crevice has widened enough for a mouse
to smuggle a breadcrumb.
Show me that house!
Sell me a house
near a market and park,
with sidewalks that glow in the moon-silver dark,
where no one will notice me swaying to Strauss
while rinsing the spinach.
Sell me that house!
Or build me a house:
on a ridge by a stream,
with nooks for my books and a loft with a beam.
Coffee from Kenya, chopsticks from Laos—
the world in my pantry.
Build me that house!
Dream me a house
with intangible doors;
with skylights and catwalks and trampoline floors;
with fountains to swim in at night with my spouse
and clocks that tick backward.
Dream me that house!