I am done, done for the day
a sweet relief washes over me as I sit
back to the fire on a wind chill night.
Stare out the window, into space, as though I could see into the future
What must I do, where must I place my heart
When Valentines Day comes.
I bought a new pitch fork today,
an excellent tool.
It lays outside by my new raised bed, I must go out in the bitter cold
to retrieve it, and soon,
I will have a tool shed, my carpenter is cutting the new clean boards for it now.
I will pay him my tutoring cash.
Inside my shed will go some plants, a chair
to sit in while I stare at my plants when it rains.
Maybe inside my shed will be an altar,
with candles and pictures of Grandmothers, Abuelitas.
There should be flowers and dried herbs hanging about.
Evening, soothing evening light descendes into gloaming
My house is quiet
I eat tuna salad, get my back warm, remember how
the world can be a soft place, even so.
