“And I come home from a hard day’s work
“And you’re waiting there, not a care in the world”
Summer Breeze –Jim Seals, Dash Crofts
Last Sunday, while we washed dishes
and waited to watch Game of Thrones
a rock fell down the face of a Yukon mountain,
knocked tons of pine to the ground
with a thunder and whoosh. And we
were here in Tennessee, a hot night.
Flat from a steam-ironed, long summer day,
we were arguing like heat rash. Being peevish
and misunderstood turned sulky,
worn-down still, and silent. We were separate
as two windows side by side and in pain.
Then the wind chime on the porch made a sound.
Almost a plucked string. Or a mountain letting go.