AT 4 AM, I CARRY MY LAPTOP TO THE SCREEN PORCH, light a candle and think about how some of my west coast friends are just going to bed.
The sunflower is bending low,
a dog has gone missing,
this year’s peaches have not disappointed,
my sunbathing days are over
and I fall in love with a poem.
Blowing from 4 feet away,
I can’t make the flame move.
Should I have this checked out?
I’ve been waiting for something profound to blog about,
but all I know is that life goes on.
Maybe that’s the most profound truth.
Now that there’s fresh milk in the house again (thank you, Wally) I may have Cheerios for breakfast.