My head is the apple
without ere a core
My mind is the house
without ere a door
English folksong - I will give my love an apple

A day of fixing
garden hoses
electric outlets
irrigation lines and talking
with the contractors
about the failing
decks the dry rot
it's that kind of week
no wonder just last night
I dreamed of being trapped
inside a house
with many doors
and none of them
would open
to the outside world

Though any Zen
practitioner
would say
there is no mind
no door
no inside/outside
yet as freely
as these days
my mind or is it
no-mind wanders
you would think
I'd spend more time
exploring as I did
in childhood
that magic world
outside the house
beyond the door