When your house is crumbling down
don’t fix it.
Notwithstanding a long habit
of you doing so
ever since
the first
imperceptible
<crack!>
in the kitchen wall; or
the flakes of paint peeled by the wind
above your deck
a deck built
with shiny tools;
or ever since
damp spots flourished
on your walls and ceiling, 
though you never let them
reach their
full artistic potential
like Michelangelo
who saw David
in a big
white
rock.

Year in, year out, your castle
turns to keep
draws the bridge
with you inside.
Take three steps back and look:
can you?
can you patch up everything?
can you keep
skipping from pipes
to wires
to brick and mortar
to carpets
to windows
to wooden beams
to floor tiling 
to coats of paint over
coats of paint?

You hear its joints
screeching at night
its wailing during storms
its sizzling under the sun
and none is pretty
no, none
none.

Just go!

Abandon ship!

Find yourself a nice
clean
piece of land
to build anew
from scratch
from dreams
from the deepest blue
print
buried in you.

Your hands will do the thinking
for they’ll know.