Our Home

Daydreams about second and third chances-

Peaceful spaces, sounds of laughter and conversation a constant.

Open windows, the sun lighting up dark corners

And filling our rooms with fresh breezes and life.

The smell of freshly laundered linens blends with the fertile soil

Of houseplants gleaming, motes dancing in beams of light,

A lonely fly searching for a resting place

But ignoring the door propped open with a rock.

A beautiful playlist curated together fills the kitchen with love-

The faint hum of a lawn mower down the block.

Tall stalks of sweet irises gently swaying in the breeze

Brilliant flashes of blue morning glories against the white carport.

Bumble bees covered in pollen drunkenly seek fresh blooms.

Ants zig zag across my bare feet in the grass

As I hang damp tshirts along the wire clothes line extending across the yard,

Thinking about what to make for dinner.

The sun dips behind stormy clouds, the stillness is electrifying.

The winds pick up, flinging grit against my teeth as I laugh with joy-

Big wet drops begin to splatter along the sidewalk and against my face,

Intoxicating petrichor fills my senses and I run towards the house.

The sky is so very dark, the air chills my arms as the rain starts to come in sheets,

Long blades of grass and flowers bend close to the ground but doesn’t break

As a lone sock on the line whips and spins, forgotten there in haste.

You lean against my leg as I sit in the doorway, listening to the storm.

TMD 5/15/24