i was looking for your house
and i found you in my thoughts
like a trick kite
tethered to my reverie
as assuredly
a tide the
moon.
i am
marooned in joy
beyond the sphere of sorrow
walking up your driveway
in the near dark
of an impulse
to drop
by.
i was looking for your house
and found the way
inevitable.
it was downhill from there
to the heart of the world
at your oaken door
with an open
heart.

i knocked.