Goldilocks

Let me wander 

into the house

of your imagination

and re-arrange

all the furniture

casually destroying

a few things, 

probably they have no 

meaning. 

Around the star of you

I am circling

in order to sustain life

the temperature here

is just right. 

To be able to breathe

I need the size of the world

to be large enough 

to create an atmosphere

I don’t want my exhalations 

or my word-craft

to evaporate into the void

where the water is still

frozen.

You should invite me in and

find me a chair 

that’s the right size

and I’ll make myself at home

inside your head

from over here

it looks terrestrial and 

like a place

of flowering. 

Photo courtesy of Katherine Adamczyk