we'd be comfy cozy

Little Girl's sea-house
built upon the scree
wobbles when the waves wash
salt between the seams.

She packs stones beneath the floorboards
and sand between the stones;
sneaks secrets into spaces
where no other things can go.

Windows face the water
open wide as doors
Windows wet and wind-rattled,
jealous of the shore.

For windows, they are cowards-
they look, and nothing more
and nothing looks more safely
than looking from the shore.

But Little Girls aren't cowards
They're wild, brave, and bright
Adventurers by daytime
And dreamers all by night.

And when the windows shatter
and the walls and floorboards break
The girl will find new freedom
in the secrets that escape

someday when that sea-house,
built upon the scree,
 wobbles when the waves crash,
and plunges to the sea.

-M.C.F. 8/12/09

The first two lines of this poem were given to me in a dream... the rest, who knows? ;)