Tree House Dreams

Ive been coming here for a thousand

years, this place that never disappears always has been here.  I hear toilets flushong, showers running, garbage trucks, and voices coming from downstairs.  A couple that's been married for forty years!

Coughing, and sneezes linger around television news and Matlock.  The ceiling fan wobbling around and around distracting the worries in my head.  Smells of cigarettes and coffee aroma blind my senses.

Fast Internet images of celebrities dresses fill my free time while job hunting dries up and fizzles in and out of consciousness.  There's a gym I go to by myself, but I'd rather go with Jesus.

I know a father who won't see his son, afraid of time, and space with a love that hasn't begun.  He lives in the house of infinite lies, where his enemies never open their eyes.  He writes a book on how to keep going, waiting for a look from anyone of a mother's knowing.

Learn something, maybe this time it'll be the same, a milestone for marriage in s house without a name where smoke lingers, and the aroma of snow fills the outside cold sky white and bright morning with a family sigh; of a Christmas lullaby .