The day is long, slow, hot
I move in viscous languor
through the tasks that are not urgent
but must be done before tomorrow’s urgent ones
Hang sails to dry, fold them
Do laundry, put things away
while others move the boats and cars
to higher ground
No sign in this day
of what may touch down in two
except self-conscious need to not be frivelous
as we track the storm’s path north
and wait.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 26, 2011
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