2003/dooropen

French doors open,
it’s warm already
January morning, 9:42 a.m.
The last votive,
a quick prayer for the day,
a stick of Nag Champa,
my favorite incense.
Oatmeal hisses in its pot,
a hawk, just within hearing range.
It will be 80 today, at least,
a Santa Ana.
By afternoon I will be hot,
cursing the dry weather,
but right now
everything is perfect.

1/5/03