Day 4: Good day, sunshine?

I decided to clean out the hall closet today.  I came up with a wonderful organizational plan, where all of the bulky winter coats would be moved to my son's seldom used closet, the gift wrapping materials would be flattened and stored tidily inside one basket, and the excess out-of-season purses and bags would be effectively re-homed in my bedroom storage cubby. What domesticated bliss!

I thought about all of this from the couch. While lying down.  Not moving.  Never even touched that closet's doorknob.

I have redefined what fatigued means.  Yowza.

The mid-afternoon brought a back twist of the vice, releasing enough of the exhaustion to motivate me up and out.  I moseyed to the bench in the front yard to bask in the sunshine of a perfectly gorgeous summer day. Aaaah!  It was nice just to be able to sit outside, toes caressing the grass, to listen to the cicadas and relax.  ::happysigh::

Crazy how much perspective you get on good.


The sunshine prompted me to give my brain a bit of airing out as well.

Fair warning: if you abhor poetry, skip the rest of this entry and I'll see you tomorrow... ;)




Take Your Medicine.

Dose me with new air

Salve me with green grass

Poultice me tight with heavy waves of hazy heat

Wrap me firmly in golden sunlight

And set me by that crooked tree with roots

Beneath my bones to mend.

Roll me to the vegetable garden

To chomp tomato ripe straight from vine

And give me the sticky dram of juicy sweetness

unmeasured by full pulpy seeds.

And I’ll watch the centipedes

Scale, victorious, the bean poles

Foot by foot, on their pursuit of the sky.

So catch me a firefly and then feed me

dusk-hued honeysuckle

From that bush that overflows

the garden gate.

Place that elixir of long summers

On the tip of my tongue

Then tuck me by the berry bush

Bathed softly by pale yellow moon.

And I’ll dream as the stars

From bright perch up above

Keep watch of the ward down below.