subtext

I don’t have adventures planned:

no summer in Spain, nor trips

to the mountains, nor studies in Belize.

I lead a boring life of little remark:

wake into the dawn with coffee,

and the twit-twit of cardinals

flitting from chaste tree to oak.

Only the demands of the cats

insistently curling about my feet  

disturb my day with their soft

purrs as they settle into sleep.

Books, writing, planning meals

fill the hours with the slow comfort

of quiet contemplation and love.