The House I Have

The house I have
could be taken
in hours of flames.

Yet has stood the decades gone,
storms past
and blown by.

The security it stands for in mind
ill placed.

Just the right wind or shake of earth
could send the permanence it is has
to flight, and off into the air,
as the wood and brick wrestles on the ground
never to reform.

It would be that easy,
and that hard.

That hard to build
decades of memories

see the walls stand through heat
and cold and wind
and rain and hail

and to then
fall in just a day.

just that sort sequence
that harms us so
that we are forced to grow
in ways never chosen.