A June Day

After days of campaigning, "I will got outside when it's warm again..."
I find myself hiding from the sun today. I'm still in my pajama bottoms--
the ones I wear on my 'seasonal affective' days--watching that beautiful
embered light
tangle with the dust on the hardwood
remembering how I just yesterday told the girls I am only blue when it's cloudy.
I am not sure if I am blue,
or just lazy--
imagining all the things I could be doing--
prioritizing my tasks like a 3-legged dog leading a blind-man on a marathon.
There is a baby on the floor at my feet playing with marbles.
There is always a baby on the floor at my feet--
a baby, or a baby's things which is the same, some-days,
in a plastic canvas sort of way.
I watched tv today--but not on the tube. I took video today,
down-loaded pictures of parties today. I squeezed my belly into a shapely oval
and I took the clothes from the washer today. I noticed a new crease
to the left of my right eye. I confirmed that the whitening strips are worth $34.95.
I got sauce on my sleeve today--I tripped on my book today.
I forgot that it was warm today--even though I could see it in every window.
I let myself hear myself, and remembered what was there--
Not a cloud, nor a lost hum or grasses of Rye--so I tell myself
so I remember.
It is my turn to lean today--to find thanks today.
It has been good, this day...
It's felt right today....just about
as right as a plastic marathon running canvas dog in embered dust on hardwood.
and God is good.
and God is good.