Saturday, July 30, 2011

Before Vacation

On the eve the rustle
of breezes cicadas
drawn out in the light soaked leaves
our house inhabited
I remember
for tomorrow

A birdsong I have not
heard in awhile
although I am sure it has been there all along

A truth I am skirting around
a cat and his noontime nap.

1 comment:

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

You have me thinking of those shifts in life that illuminate certain elements of the everyday.