A bright December sun,
I sit out back in my pajamas,
the light hurting my eyes,
as it always does here.
It’s official now,
we’re the least affordable place
in the state,
not right were our house sits,
but in general.
No reason to stay, I tell myself.
But driving around the last few days,
I’ve felt more kindly than usual
toward where I live.
Things are greening,
that’s the difference for me.
I’m grateful for the bit of empty space,
the canopy of oaks that welcome me home,
and just now the cry of the hawk,
the crow.