I let the screen door close behind me
And the rest of the day was quite easy.
At the dining room table
Covered with plates covered with crumbs,
I picked up the tea cups,
Smothering butterflies and flowers in my palms,
And noticed an egg-shaped age spot
Just below my thumb.
Coffee splashed cold hazel paint into the sink.
A hummingbird flirted with its reflection
Just outside the window.
There will be other mornings
More coffee, more crumbs.
Today is for Saturday things:
Laundry, lawn work,
A stop at the liquor store later.
Some of what they’d said was true.
Not all of it.
