What has gone before
has led to the path today
… to this time.
Isolated –
an old woman happy in solitude…
with her own company.
Companionship she found
at the heart of a love match
… an old marriage.
He found her wounded,
held her in his broad arms,
and gentled her like a wild animal.
After decades of practice,
she knows what she needs.
Writing, Painting…
the simple chores of a wife.
Her dream come true:
Dilettante Housewife.
She requires some exercise
and a little feeding…
otherwise satisfied with her Muses.
She relishes doing dishes;
in all seasons she opens the window
to gaze upon the wood lawn landscape.
She feels the breeze upon her wrinkled cheeks
as she suds up the plates and saucers, cups and such…
Setting them to dry in a rack –
the old fashioned way.
This is her morning Zen…
in the quiet
with the bird song
washing dishes….
After chores, she settles in
at the helm of her desk
where she writes, paints, and blogs…
She sings the old songs she has learned…
Binoculars ready for bird watching…
Contentment.
(First published 1/1/12)
