Poetry

I see Michael coming home from Safeway

with white wine

And the Davids driving their forest-green-Jaguar

that I dream of them giving to me even though

the only conversations we have

are in passing as we walk our dogs

And Jean emerging from her house for the first time in a week

to take out her trash

And Jamie and Oliver conversing with their 500th dog walker

And Leah working in the garden

that I played in as a kid.

Sea breeze mists my face

And a cool sweat starts to form

As I trek through the foliage

My mind begins to transform

Reaching a sea cliff

Awed by its majesty

I hope I don’t fall off

That would be such a travesty

From my grandparents

Only my sister plays it

She gets mad if I

Touch it without permission

Because I do not play piano