Last night, shaken awake by a wild ruckus
down the street
much yelling and screaming
that went on into the wee, wee hours
finally and thankfully
attended to
by police
this morning, the dog
will not allow me
to sleep in
so I am up… like a bear
and I tell my husband that I might go down
and bang on some doors
see if I can’t disrupt the slumbers
of someone else
see just
how they might
like
it
instead, I opt for coffee and a quiet read
in the garden, with my love
and later
to once again tell my troubles
to the toads
who appear most willing
to
listen
while the chipmunk busily runs
just under my feet, gathering seeds for his supper
cheeks much too full
to engage
in conversation
my friends and I discuss the merits
of soaking up the sun
amongst cascades of green
by
the
pool
the glorious glisten of skin
delicately decorated by
beads of
sweat
and too, to find
that today is the day
the roses begin blooming
and the asters… how wonderful!
the wren begins to add much to the conversation
when a large helicopter
flies overhead
distracting all for a few minutes of
awe
at the rather large beast
then we turn our keen gaze
to the clouds
today I have been transplanting
orphans
turned out on the street (or of their pots anyway)
by someone else
just slightly worse for wear, but ever so gladly
gathered up here
I assure them, despite last night’s distractions
that this
is of course, the perfect spot
to put down
some
roots
as you will find kindness here
and I very rarely, if ever
abandon
again the wren has just so much
she would like to tell
and I notice the audience at the pond
has grown
large
so,
having the good graces
to be so polite
we stretch ourselves out
thin enough
to feel the breeze
and we
gently
close our eyes
just
to listen ♥
