I dug those stakes deeply into the ground Pillars as deep as I could place Framing a space for us forever contained A protection, a canopy hung from those rafters   But then this little person came and blew it all away Dissolving what I had painstakingly built over so many years In one cocktail thrown in the center of my home The trigger ordered by her companion   And since we’ve been aimlessly trying to rebuild But the grounding and wood these days is harder to find And the interference by some only threatens the effort Didion’s fire has been all been put out   Of all the things we did in that space Weaving, unknotting, loosening and tightening those bonds They’ve all started…