small spaces

It's the sound of the sidewalk under my feet at night,

The lights on BC's truck,

The softness of storm air.

It's watering in the rain,

Lightening flashing in the corners of the sky,

Dinner on the patio beneath an umbrella of gray clouds,

Creamy dessert in tiny blue bowls.

It's the memory of the weight of a dead cat in my hands,

the most she has ever weighed.

The look of a child's heart.

Careless feet.

Running hoses.

It's peering out over the yard and missing the lake,

missing the kids,

missing the snow.

Summer is a small space,a rabbit hole.

Winter is shamelessly big,the back of a mighty white dragon.

It's the sound of ribbons of blue rising as the rooster struts by.

Today just is what it is.

mlb 6/21/17