Standing on the deck pitching stems
spitting pits
ripe rich flavor bursting on lips
while a crack a bright bridge between my feet and the sky illuminates the air
today I will fix some things
today I will listen to a friend
today I will watch the lightening bugs blink and the daisies sway in the soft plink of rain
today I will give the dog a pat
hug my son
say hello to the nieghbor who walks up the staircase I have just scrubbed free of lichen
this too shall pass we know we’re told
I remember this I can hold
I can try to sense the summer
even in the darkness of December