Life is very simple

This not a poem, but a recitation of my life:

There is no breeze this morning
The leaves outside my window are still
A squirrel, a jay, and a crow are having an argument across the street
The dogs collar jangles as she bounces up the stairs
Children ask unanswerable questions before I am fully awake
And proudly announce bodily functions I’d rather be ignorant of
The computer hums and I imagine dancing to the drone of it
Heading out early to the studio to move in solitude before the day begins

A poem, a dance, a dream, breakfast, solitude, quiet, enough

Jay will finish detailing the new bemuda grass green wall this afternoon
Boys have their chores, music practice, math lessons to do first
Then they will arrange play dates, children and families will drop by
I will take the dog for a walk, begin to pack for the coming weeks travels,
cook meals, wash dishes, do laundry, pick up messes and
wipe up spills, maybe even mop the kitchen floor
This is the daily dance of my life, nothing special but deeply satisfying

Life is very simple when I leave it alone

[p.s. I'll be in Seattle next week for the Seattle Festival of Alternative Dance and Improvisation. I'll try to post but can't be sure of easy internet access. Love ya'll, Lisa]