Small House

Ever since I have been so involved

In loving the feeling of keeping a small house warm and clean

I'm not always aware that there are stars above stars

Just above that ceiling

Or that the rain gushing

Throws the trash into the street

Or that the wind in the dark parking lots at this moment

Holds a leaf to the fence

I sort of remember the world

But my small house is glowing

A car playing music drives past the window

While I'm washing dishes in the vast night