Distilled down to our essence
aren’t we all made up of these five elements?
Towering earthy cedars and pines that have been whittled down to
make our shingles and joints.
Smooth cold grey metal screwed in at an awkward angle.
A fiery rust in our bellies.
A late July breeze lifting the edges of our curling paint.
Cool ocean blue sinking deep into our shadows.
And a small driftwood peg
fashioned out of necessity
and a tickling need for privacy.