We mapped our house
   in a township
      with a lake
         and a preserve
            for native species...

Then structures came on wheels
   manufactured halves
      parked in a cul-de-sac
         while the foundation cured
            waiting the arrival
               of the cranes...

When the schedules converge
   on that day... in this plat:
      the dwelling,
         planned by convention and
            executed in compliance,
               is lifted in place...

May the process of completion
   the prospect of residence...
      engage and enrapture us...

Until when,
   if ever,
      in early light
         we are startled by waders 
            lifting from among the water lilies.

   ~ Circa 1993