After 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.
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