4th Of July I

                     

                                       The day begins auspiciously enough

                                       little dog vomits  grass on duvet

                                       stirs me to make my green tea  early

                                       and read the daily poem like a prayer.

                                       I challenged myself to make bread

                                       in space of time it takes water to boil.

                                       Husband absent, don’t know where he went

                                       no need then to make breakfast  or elaborate

                                       plans for a picnic, just luxuriate in quiet of the day.    

                                                                         

                                      This is how it began this 4^th of July,

                                     That is before I heard of your death,

                                      And went  back to bed to rethink the day.

                  

                                                                                                                                          Antonia Baranov