2004/sunday

Sunday
almost 10 a.m.,
Adirondack chair.
Breeze still in
this corner,
hot sun already
out back.
Too tired for church,
for life really,
as it is currently
going.
Mercury retrograde,
that’s an under-
statement.
Pluto’s pants
in some kind
of knot.
Full moon tonight.
The crumbling
that is going on
right now
is supposed
to be good.
Isn’t is always.
Where is the
progress that’s
always promised?
The peace that
eludes me?

I long for
the summer
that might
have been,
the one I refurbished
the picnic basket
for.
For the life that
might have been,
the husband
I dreamed of.
Satisfaction
in anything.

8/29/04