Wednesday, July 13, 2011
We Wake To This New Day
Owen's coming, Owen's coming, had sweet sleep. I just realized this morning that I don't think I've been to town since oh, last Thursday or so. This is crazy and yet...
Think of the gas I don't use.
I went shopping last night, online and it was all underwear and two new pairs of Crocs that I don't really need. Well, I need the underwear but not necessarily the Crocs but I love my two pairs of Clio slides so much that I live in fear I'll lose one or they'll break or whatever but they are the best, best, most comfortable shoes in the world, two tiny straps holding a sole onto my sole and oh my soul, how did I live without them?
You KNOW they'll quit making them.
Mr. Moon home last night late after working the auction in the Orlando heat for twelve hours, surrounded by asphalt as far as the eye can see. Finally- car orders. He fell in the bed and was asleep like that (click) and up this morning and out the door. That man works so hard.
Owen is coming, Owen is coming. The rooster is crowing, the rat/possum body is gone- do we have a coyote? I can't see that fat, lazy cat eating the rest of that corpse.
Owen is coming, he is on his way and he makes jokes now. He has a tiny horse that fits into his Fischer Price farm and he says, "Ride," and he puts the tiny horse on the floor and squats over it and then he laughs. Haha, Owen! My favorite thing now is to get him to say his own name, "Own," it sounds like. He owns that name. He tells me when he is tired. "Bed," he says and then, "Night-night."
Don't you want to eat lunch first?
"No," but we do.
Listen- this is it- the crowing rooster, the wisteria growing way out of bounds, the tiny joke, the little man, the hard-working man, the coffee, the kisses, the running water, the naked, early morning face of hello, hello, hello.
Owen is coming.