World Building

There is a deal of solace

in imagining the world

that you want

I know it isn’t the ash-filled

refuse barrel of a world

that we see burning 

in the corner 

I have done a little 

digital editing to it

within the dreamscapes 

that I keep stacked 

inside the closet of my imagination 

like so many soap bubbles

I need there to be

friends who are 

quick with kindness

some with hearts 

spilling with light

like a door to a warm house

opening in a winter’s evening 

if I cannot find the door

I am drawing it with words

until I can remember it

as real as the outline

of your face.

There is a deal of solace

in imagining the world

that you want

I build mine into

the shape of a key

to unlock the future.