which of course implies caring
or having cared
or going to care
but actually I don’t
no one at the end sees me this day sitting with tea and a book across my knees
back porch lingering silence of humans
distant from here
when I die this will be my finale
not the rush of days that took me out but the silence of moments
that brought me in
summer Sunday’s book on lap
tea in hand
dog on porch
life