Sometimes on a sunny day,
early,
earlier than the busses,
before the traffic
around my house
has time to make me reach
for the radio news,
and
look day straight in its face.

Sometimes I search out
from under the debris
of tasks ahead
that have me sighing-
at folders of forms and
issues to confront.

Sometimes with the
back door open,
allowing the light to
pool on the wall,
and freshen the air.

I this time 'heck' it and
find Coltrane and Ballads
and coffee and gaze and
I think of her.