After Rain, I'm Left with an August Day

After the Rain, I’m Left with an August Day My ears ring as I sit in the loft and the sun shines through haze. It rained last night and I know it will rain again. I’ve already checked through my emails embracing my ritual to start the day. The house cat rubs against my leg until I allow it onto my lap. I visited a friend yesterday and we sat outside while he talked about his ailments. I mentioned the one I lost and the break-up that haunts me. He asked if I’d love again. Heck no, I said, but then again, maybe. We both agreed that we bear our ages and that’s better than the other choice. Today I go for a drive taking in the scenes I’ve grown to love. As I hold the steering wheel they whisper by the passenger window. Just past a line of trees The Mississippi stirs, an endless flow as it streams through my life.