a place for everything

it's been years
but I remember the house in falling
water
west virginia.
frank Lloyd wright's.
how clean and efficient
the lines were.
the brick, the rail, the stone.
built into
what God laid down before
hand.
a house inserted
into land
and water.
solid within the trees.
no extras, nothing superfluous,
no bling,
or opulence.
just the quiet and patient
vision from
his mind.
everything in its place,
a place for everything.