Befuddled, bewildered and baffled am I

to think that my house cannot live in the sky

I’d open my windows each morning at dawn

and wave to the birds as they proudly flap on

I’d puff up the clouds that create my front yard

and bend my own rainbow to hang as my guard

At night I would juggle and play with the stars

then tuck them in safely in soft layered jars

Now, as i look up, I don’t understand

why my house it must always be glued to the land.

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