If I Were a Carpenter

The spirits? They make of us windows and doors,
then run laughing through the room.

And if I were a carpenter, I would build this house
on the broad, strong back of the woman I love.

But as my vessel knows, I am a sailor,
and she is the open sea.

There is a saying: Believe in me.
But no one is saved who isn’t free.

And no one sees, who will not embrace the storm.
For we must be blind, to seek the shore.



Update:
“If I Were a Carpenter” added to Poems, Slightly Used.