july 14

morning sun through waterstained windows
while the coffee brews, midsummer

slowly stretches through the house, the garden
lazily weeded, the plans for the day unwritten.

waiting in uncertainty is what I do
when I wait for you, the grass morningwet

nearly to my knees, the sky still undecided.
the robins have finished with their nest

so I can finally take it down
and paint the shed they built on.