Flies tend to die hopeless,
dehydrated,
starved senseless trying
to escape the trespassed house whose windows are closed
but whose door-
step beckons Welcome
Home,
so pull the discordant cord towards you
no matter its resistance
and watch the blind rise to reveal
everything we’ve ever hoped to trust
and see,
Nature, and
natural lighting,
the promise of a gentle breeze,
us as easily.