a drone recording footage of
our cabin– if in the walls:
landlocked legs swinging
through the air in some
semblance of aerobics. finished
wood with trees climbing
architecture from first to third
floor, ticks of time rushing
beyond all stoppage,
mistletoe over the doors
& heads while everyone
sings songs of pretend
that nothing about us
will ever change.

(originally published in The Light Ekphrastic, Spring 2020)