Where will our dream go
when we’ve moved into our dream home?
I’m safe and still in this thought of a house
on a hill, where chickens pepper grass
that needs mowing.
We’re inside, us two, writing words
and dreaming of our other worlds.
At night we’ll sleep and wander
farther still, or deeper.
Outside fireflies will flicker dimly,
mimicking the sky’s starry layers.