2006/bite

Cloudy morning with a bite to the air.
House-bound without transportation,
but I don’t mind.
Towels running in the washer,
there’s a lot to do.
Putting our house back together
for the first time in a year.
Like a puzzle, trying to remember
how it fits, and simultaneously
see how to change it.
Seeking salvation, as always,
in closet cleaning.
Our marriage reborn in your willingness
to let go of t-shirts, you had
so many they’ve broken the drawer.
Harmony reigns as you dust the ceiling’s peak.
There’s little that is more seductive
than a man working on a ladder,
than a man working anywhere.

3/6/06