“Whoever has no house by now will not build.” – Rilke

so many houses
all buttoned up
mid-October
late afternoon

kitchen lights on
silence in the barn
each tool hung
on its proper peg

I know these people
I’ve never met
every autumn I long
to be them but

I’ve walked away
from every home
I’ve ever owned
lights off tools forgotten

dark and exposed
winter in the wind