today, I woke
and took the dog out
to the dew-silver park
and worked—but not long—
at the one thing I love
until noon, when I stopped
to cook, then slept hard
and dreamed
again, of a conversation
we were having.
Only this time, It was me
saying how the stars
didn't look so impossibly far,
but really, it was alright here;
there was nothing I needed.
