The Poetry, Essays and Personal Journals of Larry L. Dill
On Cabin Building
These are your poems
The one you built in Texas
Before you knew what you were doing
The big one in North Carolina
That says, “ you will be remembered for this.”
The one you built for yourself alone
That says, “This is your private place.”
As if you haven’t always been able to find privacy.
As if privacy weren’t as much your enemy as your friend.
Oh and now again you try to build perfect little cabins
for your daughters. One more time you try to get it right.
One more time you try to explain yourself
In wood as well as words.
But you write now of these things
To escape your escape. You want the whole world
To know what a private person you are.
And now a little grey bird looks into your window,
Pecks on the glass, and says, “Anybody home?"
September 08 New Hope Journal
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