What You Will Poem by Laurence Overmire

The house I build
Is a mansion of spirit
Brick by brick, stone by stone
Experience laid in firm foundation of
Knowing
Rafter braced with mettle to deflect
The pelt of sleet and rain
A fireplace waiting for the flame to rise
Kitchens warm with sweet aroma.

If anyone care to visit
Or trespass in the corridor
The long hour of the unwinding clock
Will allow what will to be.

The pieces of my heart are framed upon
The walls, color and line
Alluding to an unqualified landscape
Of memory and dream
Reverential for the viewing,
And windows unshuttered open to the stars
A breeze through every living room
Up and down the stairs…

A sweep of wind to clear the dust
We leave so carelessly behind.

~ Laurence Overmire