Homeless

I ASKED for sunlight and a long, long day To build my little home. Setting an altar where my heart might lay Fire ere the god should come.

I built my walls with patient carefulness, Secure and small, nor knew A wild wind straying from the wilderness Had sought their shelter too.

My heart woke up in storms, my shelter sweet In ruins fell apart. Once more I go by cruel ways to meet The ordeal of the heart.