I built a house atop a hill, and made it glorious and mine.
I sat by the window watching the stormy waves crash against the cliffs.
I listened to the plump rain drops splatter against the glass.
And I was thankful.
The sun woke me to a new day; its gentle rays embraced me with the deepest love one could know.
My heart and mouth unified in a smile.
My skin sang and my soul echoed.
And the ground shook.
The sky cracked.
The light dissipated with a grey-blue backdrop.
I watched my arched ceiling concave.
I felt dust from the drywall flutter into my eyes.
I pulled the pillow over my head and let the dark encompass me.
Recovered I stand-
Atop a hill of trash
Atop a hill split in two
…Atop my glorious rubble of which I’ll make mine.