I frequently forget <br />I live in a house <br />built of sand <br />when the wind <br />blows - reality <br />descends, my <br />house is blown <br />away - I’m left <br />unprotected <br />in the open <br /> <br />I close the hatch <br />over my head <br />sink down <br />underground <br />until a dream <br />knocks again <br />when I let it in <br />and the dream <br />grows, I leave <br />reality <br /> <br />Continue <br />life within the <br />house of sand, <br />fragile – and <br />beautiful<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragile-25/
