Catching Up

It felt good

to sit on the deck

weaving stories out of memory and light,

while the fog thinned

and hummingbirds chipped and whirred

through the old cherry tree.

It felt good

to finish the edges of that yarn —

to see it whole,

and then to come inside

for tea and conversation

(our voices calibrated

so as not to wake the sleepers)

morning rolling towards noon,

while steller’s jays

riled the little birds

and colors glowed brighter

against the clearing sky.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 18, 2013