At the End of the Day

It is a small victory

to get out of the house

in the evening.

Between feeding ourselves,

washing ourselves,

putting ourselves to bed,

and putting all the shadow

tasks to rest, it is a perhaps

a small victory also

to remain in the house

in the evening.

Envy days

Some days

I would like to be, say,

a horsewoman on the range.

A person at sea

in her own fields.

I would also appreciate

those exotic people

being more dependable

for me. More

like me.

I Join the Rest of Americans

Not Just For hipsters.
Or the French.

For the first time,
I feel the urge
to stop for a coffee
before work,
linger over a pastry
on a wooden stool
as the sun comes in.

I don’t drink coffee.

It still sounds like warm,
simple comfort. I am
walking a mile through
our small city, and
I think I am
finally contented.