I am building my life stone by stone.
It was always so. I didn’t know it.
Each decision puts in place
a foundation for the next.
Gradually, one by one,
they all fit together.
I am building my life stick by stick.
It’s natural. I only just noticed.
Every new direction creates
forks in branches, fresh twigs.
It becomes a structure,
lacey and intricate, with leaves.
I am building my life word by word.
Shining like diamonds, they are nails.
The nails of my words
hold everything together.
They can fasten stick to stone
or stick to stick. Even stone to stone.
I have built a house.
I have grown a tree.
I have made the house secure.
I have used the wood; it will last.
It’s a good, safe house. I like it.
But mostly I am out, climbing the tree.