Bricks of joy

Today I’m stacking
bricks of joy so I can
build a house. I start
with the corner of
the cabinet door,
so clean and sharp.
I sit with the light
that shines on the pan,
the hum of the fridge,
the ticking of the stove.
Later, the smack-crack
of chocolate, the first pour
of water, reflection of
my book in my glass
of red wine. And finally,
I add the bead of rain,
the swoop of the crow,
the nearing wind—
Brick by brick, I build
my house of joy.