This is my house, my transport, my fun.It moves and carries.
My bed, my pants, my camera.
My hat, my water, my pee rag.
Plastic flying cats.
A feather or two.
A smooth rock.
It labors, it flies.
Rocking and spinning up the pass.
Shivering and drooling back down.
Stable but snap.
A brick and a feather.
Are we there yet?
Let's never get there.
