Toward dawn, rain explodes on the tin roof
like popcorn. The pale light is streaked by grey
and that green you see just under the surface
of water, a shimmer more than a color.
Time to dive back into sleep, as if into
happiness, that neglected discipline ....
Here's to the wrapping up of Wednesday, to five more conferences down, one meeting over, and a return trip to pick up the forgotten completed in record time. Here's to the lifesaving properties of stove-top popcorn, and the salt that reinforces its beauty. Here's to talk of dessert and the planning of apple crisp, the scrunched, sleepy face of a napping spouse, diet cherry soda with ice and straw, only one assignment left, and the promise of multiple weekend viewings of The Legend of Billie Jean. Here's to wind and rain and the perfect punctuation of a midday latte. Here's to tomorrow, may it be as resourceful as today.