A nest for one.

Walking this evening ...the whole glorious territory of the sky to myself.

This morning we sit at the round plastic garden table

 in the middle of the kitchen,

the young architect and I,

pouring over the fine detail 

of finely drawn

diagrams of my house.

We talk of 

 glass extensions

and knocking down walls

moving doors

and the boiler,

adding radiators

and a shower room.

We walk outside 

into soft sunshine

and falling oak leaves

and imagine if the 

garage wasn't there,

(where would I store Robin's ceramics?)

or 

the swimming pool.

And I paint pictures in my head

which slide around, 

a kaliedescope of dreams

not yet  fixed 

in concrete

in brick and glass.

Not able to nail down

the idea of building 

 a nest 

for one.