baby thoughts III

Driving home high

work was a mountain with snow,

carrying more than one pack

no shoes, thin shirt, no cellular

service, the tree branch tips

are bright red now, the rest still

full, still green, so big

but changes coming, skeletal

spells afoot, a time of

dark, chilled brown and gray

driving home I

congratulate myself, work was

unyielding, surrounded by

teenagers,

no anger, full patience, please

succeed! For next time

during baby fever

I’ll feel closer to being

the bird and the house

and the nest and

the tree