in this one place
at this one time
at this moment
I call home
the daylilies twitter in the breeze
calendula redolent in the bed their yellows and orange like sunshine from the soil
too that yellow of the bird for which I can never recall the name
so my son suggests Golden Oriole hung sideways
from the violet spider flower
for the first time yesterday I heard the cicada’s baritone boom
today its shell hung like a fragile glass ball on a Christmas tree
at the edge of the garden bed
in reverence
I bow to get a closer look and feel the need it calls forth to
sing acapella to the parade of sky puffs dancing with the sunshine across this deck
where my notebook and pen rest
atop the iron table