I have built 
things this life enough things
People still insist things be built
I am done building
ready to live in homes 
I have built
 
I have already married
already divorced
already raised the only 
children I will ever this life:
the infants of my misgivings
the toddlers of my imaginations
adolescents of my wild perceptions
evolving into philosophers of the stars
 
in these homes we are
looking out broad windows
mountains behind
the sea in front
through skylights to heavens
or at home in the luminescence 
of green fallen snow
 
from this life from now on 
the pathways run
every which way
I am engaged with broad 
smatterings of vagus arteries 
wilderness trails of heart
 
not the lost roads 
and hard pavements
of others’ dreams
I once traveled with resolve
and made it through