A day off at home
The blue light of pre-dawn
rouses me from a cozy sleep.
A country run into the organing horizon,
feet pounding on the gravel road,
The morning breeze kicks up.
bring in the energy of waving trees
and squawking birds.
I am busy in the kitchen
and tick chores off my task list.
As the day warms,
I can smell ripened crops
and browning mown grass
and feel the passing shadows of clouds mixed with faded blue.
This “me” time
to nap and write and create.
Deer come out to graze
as evening approaches.
The twin fawns have grown taller than the beans
and the coopers hawk futilely chases swallows
as they crisscross above the prairie lawn for mosquitoes.
This is time to nourish myself.
Shakshuka (shahk-SHOOK-kah) fragrant with Indian spices
and full of local grown vegetables and eggs
is my dinner.
Day light gloms.
The trees are still and darken to a deep emerald
with edges washed in yellow light.
The neighbor’s barn is lit with alpenglow,
the tasseled cornfield a blanket spread at its feet.
My spirit grows contemplative
as I watch the day tuck into night.
There is time yet for a movie,
a movie filled with laughter and inspiration
watched part on the exercise machine
and part sunk into the couch.
Darkness has folded-in around the house now.
It makes the space feel quiet and calm
and a little lonely.
It is time to settle into sleep.
I read my daily affirmation,
pull up the covers,
and shut off the night light.
As I drift off “to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat,”
I am grateful for a day at home
to nest and create and nourish
my mind, body, and soul.