Wheeled Home

I want a house with wheels 

not a trailer. 

I don't care for trailers.

I lived in one once.

It made me feel untethered  

as if  I was in a silver boat

that was landlocked yet somehow drifting  

I was lost but I didn't want to know it.

I want my house to be the house

I live in now but with really 

amazing wheels,  and also a rudder

so it could  go in rivers, oceans even.

I fell in love with my home slowly

it was like an arranged marriage. 

I loved my old neighborhood 

and my old neighbors.

I  didn't want to move but one day 

the love of my house 

and my yard knocked me down.

We have a passionate affair now.

I want it to go with me everywhere.

So my house will sprout wheels 

and a rudder and sails but not wings. 

well, maybe wings, too, why not.

The  house will go 

wherever I want

Italy, Lake Como, perhaps,

and the African plains,

the moors of england

to be with the wild ponies again

the streets of Paris,

and to shanghai for dinner.  

I will be far away and home too

and the cats 

will look out the windows

puzzled but content.