Mid-Summer Morning

6:38 a.m. Awake from a strange dream

walking in the desert alone

dog licks my face and becomes a part of the dream.

She is hungry for chicken and rice. Roll over.

7:36 a.m., awake again, able to move

to tilt the fan away from me. Been blowing all night

did not have the wherewithal to move it.

7:48 a.m. Coffee, strong. First thing.

The birds are feasting on the sunflower seeds

left out. They make a mess of the pile

strewn on the front porch. I’ll take it.

Their presence remind me I am not alone.

Dog chews on a bone laying on a bath mat.

Wish I had it that easy.

I was a hot mess in July. August looks no different.

Staring at a Bob Ross painting,

the Flatirons, view from my porch.

Lucky bitch, some would say. Some would say,

Her life is cover of Better Homes and Gardens.

Most have never even visited.

© 2012 d.c.p.