I imagine that 
this is what 
a marshmallow sees
some moments before 
as I sit
in blood orange 
late dusk sun
before it dips 
behind the mountains 
and the marshmallow 
meets its doom 
in the middle 
of some s’more

I realized
this morning 
that what 
I have 
is what 
I’ve always 
but didn’t 
know how 
and seeing 
how life
is cyclical 
it’s taken 
me back 
to here

The smiles of 
the morning piano
bleep of kettle 
and hiss of
diffusers casting early 
fragrance skyward bathing
the home in 
a luxurious harmony 
Mr. Clock chimes
the hour as
you finally rise
and follow aroma
around like an 
English setter catching 
a pleasant surprise 
and I stand 
giggling watching you 
play this same 
old silly game 
of hide and
seek you being 
the cat to
our homes mouse 

Today eyes popped 
open like children 
on the first 
day of vacation 
wondering what oh 
what to do 
with my freedom 
into the shower 
onto the blinds
back to kettle 
pot and cup 
and now at
this still early 
hour I’m thinking 
what is there
left to do 
in this peace 
but sip and 
think and write 

Choose silence 
for you 
cannot quiet
a barking
dog by
barking back 
at it
any more 
than you 
can argue 
with ignorance