I’ve spent time,

money too,

cultivating 

painstakingly placing

trinkets and faces

about my world.

a microcosm garden,

in realm apart;

to drift to dream

of cartography

to find what keeps

the sky up. 

 

the rain can’t touch me

while wind paws at the glass

and the cracks;

safe in my world

of the world

in this world

it’s nice to stay

and sit awhile.