A doubt freed from affirmations,
Flinging wings, a home in the air,
Rainbowed pencils at the window,
Moss wigs, porcelain hares, peeled birch bark,
The story of a little bear
Befriended by a clever owl,
None of it true, thank the heavens,
Just real, portable, shelves of selves,
That saved even the landless god
Flung free of thunderbolt mountain.
We could live in here forever
And today, he cried. The house laughed.