Grace

A day of simple translucence.

Awake early, no memory of dreaming.

Two cups of coffee, strong, softened with cream, just right.

The melaleuca tree shimmered in sun through a transparent window.

No one called before noon. I felt such contentment.

Later, weeded the yard, thankful for fingers in dirt, blue bucket brimming with green.

Down the street kids played baseball in afternoon light. Fathers and uncles with kindness coached new skills.

Thoughts of Quincy my grandson brought big smiles. Soon I’ll travel north to visit him and his parents.

And now, up high to the left a palm tree shimmies and sings in breezes at nightfall. I wait to meet Ana my friend.