An ominous morning welcomes me
Bright and bleak, a petulant sky
The heavens seem on fire
Rolling clouds of billowed smoke
My queue to recede
But the rain somehow subsides
And I take my morning walk
Venture out again, inexplicably
With my little furry companion
He's seen it all, knows the score
And he tells me no lies
Dogwood trees bloom in silence
Again fulfilling their quiet hymn
An annual effort stuck on repeat
Now the rain resumes, of course
My queue to recede
So back to the broken home
She's still stuck in my head
But I pried her out of my heart
Somehow it kept beating
Albeit with a few interruptions
Piles of unopened mail
Greet me with sadness
Each with air trapped inside
From some locale I'll never visit
Lists of unfinished projects
Unstarted, designed for two
Stuck in my aging fixer upper
Inevitably I stare inward
Am I an aging project too?
A project on someone else's list
Go ahead and cross it off now
Who can stand the investment
My tiny savior has awakened
Not so tiny anymore
She needs me here, so I take
My queue to recede
