The Easy House

We look for the easy house By a productive sea, Seals carrying messages, An army of birds awake To our least necessity.

We joke of the subject in The overdressed hotel. In the airport limousine Repair imperfections, hope The fracture is knitting well.

In transits of cities, word Reaches us from the shore. A wave has uttered our name. The single-voiced rocks have asked What we are waiting for.

In the cornered nightclub, where Only impatience lives, Or out on the bitter street Where mercury lights lay down A circus of bright knives,

We think of the easy house Standing unoccupied By the sea's margin, still Waiting for news of ships On the incoming tide.