Noah falls asleep on our big bed
and the air settles, becomes still.
The cat snores in the other room.
I carry warm piles of folded laundry to our bureaus
to the shushshushshush of my slippers on the carpet.
Some days puttering at home feels desperate
- other times, peaceful.
The warm yellow sunlight melts
much of the snow from two days ago.
Spring had brought a late storm
to make the daffodills
shiver in their stalks.
Let nature find its way without me
- today I am in here, enjoying these good things.
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