our house seems so small

I was perfectly happy until I laid eyes on the chateau

in distance, up on the hill, they looked down

onto their fields of wheat and pasture.

clouds drifted by overhead, a cool shadow

occasionally protected the farmers from the heat

of the sun.

my life, all of a sudden, seemed so constrained

in that tiny little house where a small dog seems

to take up all the space and breathes all the fresh air.

there is limitless fresh air here, sun, wind, grapes 

ripening in the sun, the people up there are holding

large glasses of sumptuous red wine and eating

freshly baked baguettes and pungent cheeses.

my life seems so small, so constrained, working in 

small boxy office buildings looking at computer screens.

I'm sure I was meant to be here, dressed in fantastic dresses

and elegant shoes, drinking wine and eating pungent cheeses,

what did I do wrong to live with dog who breathes all the

fresh air and where I have to shop for my own food.