some rule a country some rule a kitchen a goatherder lords over his goats a butterfly has province in the air a farmer his fields one wolf reigns over the pack singers have dominion over notes a comedian wears a crown of jokes a mother is queen to careless princes and dreaming princesses and a father decrees at the end of his work day - I’m home think about it, if each of us is unique it seems inevitable that we’ll gain authority over at least one thing in our lives, be

tourists in white skin and no hats say Hi as I finish my walk, the sun, already a hot iron on my arms as it scales the sky through a window heat is invisible among reds, greens and blues, splashed above the sand how far will they walk before they pick up the pace or tighten the circle to the weekend rental when will they lower heads and urge their steps forward, step on the welcome mat, plunge into the dark chill air to understand the desert is to know when to linge

perhaps it’s an apocalypse bunker or has some deep secret to conceal or someone with a light allergy, maybe a safe house, a hermit’s haven there could be windows I don’t see on the back side, true north - I am tempted to stake it out, if sunglasses and tinted windows drive out of the garage, and I could follow the car to see if its destination reveals anything but the jackpot would be walking around to the backyard to look in and oh, if I was young, that chance would