It’s Been Awhile

I live under a stone now. You wonder, how
can that be; the merchants all loved me.

Split wood is stacked beside the barn.
Chickadees land on my fingertips, feed

from my hand. When the tide’s in, mergansers
and mallards gather in the marsh. Bald eagles

nest in the white pine. Our property’s small
but I belong to all that surrounds me.

At night, barred owls call. Getting out of bed
I stand by the window and listen.

One family

One Sunday morning.

 

One crocheting a curtain of fine thread.

One talking about a tattoo she won’t get.

One looking at real estate he won’t buy.

One in Newfoundland, hands ’round a coffee cup.

One writing it down.

 

One cat curled up in front of the fire.

One dog curled up with her purple bunny.

 

One gets up to make pancakes.

One winter storm warning is in effect.

One should go get groceries.