Happy Husband Hears No Alarm

Waking with a smile, eyes bouncing green, dear husband makes me hold back my scream, desire to pull over sheets. Later, I find you sitting like Buddha, gazing at the land, shifting as each birds lifts and soars and tweet tweets. I watch you in silence, pick up slippers, my piles of papers find my own breakfast to leave you undisturbed in dream, you thank me so many ways, your face relaxed, finger tapers held on belly, sometimes I wonder if you see past the gleam Of heavenly contentment, lap of pool, sun blazing warm the face so bruised by clenched jaw now so smooth I never dare to battle you, drive you against walls or alarm. Retirement is a silence of weighty falling before well oiled groove.