Fabrication by Peter Schireson

I’m building in
this sprawling space,
knowing my lot’s full
of mud, with stone to crush,
mix into cement and pour
into a form I’m dreaming up,
a footing that supports a structure,
one line coaxed and then another
into angles, raise a wall to hold
it in, hoist a ceiling, plastered,
to a scenic elevation, post
a sign in front to welcome neighbors,
frame a window that can open out
and let the whole construction breathe.