describing it a way-station
goes close but you’d be ably
impressed how nearly it
became home
no rules lest simple maxims
live and let be – treat others
as you’d want for yourself
make cause for harmony
so hearth and heart blazed
in a fantasia of bonhomie
embraced comfortably – no
space wasted
and the road leading in
ran on into distant purviews
of places un-amazed by the
same yet-to-be-ruled stars
but the face beckoning
belonged in another place
with vertical walls and
indices of durability
I didn’t leave, just didn’t
stay beyond the inevitable
reckoning – that it was
only part-way
© 22 October 2010, I. D. Carswell
