First Treatise

A car is a little miracle
that moves around.
You can sit inside
and be moved
by the car or move it,
if licensed. It is
a moving space. A house
moves much less, but is
definitely a space
where you can store things,
or live. Dead things
necessitate the opening
of the space to the outdoors,
the biggest of all spaces,
where I sit now,
mind conjoined to sky
shot through with birds
and oxygen and the increasing
humidity from melting
snow, far from you and loving you
just the same, like a house
with all its windows open
to a warm winter day.