Pine Sonata

Two paradises ‘twere in one

To live in paradise alone

The best fantasies

Are the, I’ll take more

Of this kind of thing.

Happy where you are,

You know you can’t stay,

Nothing stays for good,

But you want to stay

At least. I could live

Here, you think, smiling,

Right here forever,

And you imagine

Your shack or cabin

Materialized

Between these tree trunks,

Light-facing windows,

Vague accoutrements

Of joy stashed inside,

And most of all, years,

Rotating seasons

Alone to enjoy.

You can’t have it. You

Won’t get it. You know.

But it’s not like dreams

Of escape. You’re here—

Wind sounds, creek noise. Home.