Our plans have been scuttled
But our lives are intact

The house is habitable
Our belongs are not piled in the front yard
Water logged and growing mold

I’ve done a lot of porch sitting this summer

My brain is cluttered with to-dos
Questions and vague adventures

My coffee cup is empty

The dog paces
Waiting for the breakfast hour

I think of my friend
Long dead
How my oldest son loves purple
Like he did

I should call my mother
I should start on that list
I should go for a bike ride

I should just be