March 25, 2025

later, you will find me in the garden

but for now, dear, there is nothing to do but stay by the fire,
make tea, try to keep our minds from what’s falling
outside these windows. Let’s forgive ourselves for not
calling, okay? Or disentangling the paperwork upstairs?
There’s more laundry than before, or maybe it just seems that way.
A full night’s sleep feels like a storyline from an old movie.
In any case, love, there’s an extra box of crackers in the pantry,
that cheese from New Zealand we like—how lucky the store still
carries it. There are outlines of what will unfold in the beds.
That first tiny, ripe tomato. It’s not time yet. But soon, sweetheart. Soon.