the house among the trees

In the dappled light I found it. A dream in the afternoon. The breathing brick-pores and transpiration of the wooded land. A verdant sigh. Warmth fluttering as linen on a clothes line. A squirrel -panicked- claws up a tree shaking its leaves. In the road beyond a car misses its gear. There is surely nothing for me here, yet I remain: I look. Those windows are walls, they admit nothing. And once upon an age, I was lost and now I've found something. The chuckling magpies one, two and there is three. I curled under a fern to see who would come look for me. No-one; I unfurled and headed home. Homeward with a head full of empty echoes, a flitting light just beyond the seen. I blink. I was headed home before this scene stopped me. I blink, and so I go home.