I sit in the afternoon
\nwith mothers and children.
\nCatherine asleep on a chair
\nwith Michael on her lap.
\nJackie playing with a hose
\ntrickling water in a pool.
\nMeghan splashing waves
\nagainst the plastic.
\nMary full of summer light.<\/p>\n
Peace in the bluest of skies.
\nStillness on our hands.
\nFlowers sharing the hour
\nand no need to summon a song,
\nor look faraway
\ninto the curve of a road.
\nThe sky is open,
\nun-crowded.
\nThe children murmur in play.<\/p>\n
We are alive in the honey
\nof our lives.
\nThe shingles of the house
\nbask in a white radiance.
\nI have no desire to be
\nanywhere else.
\nBeing with mothers
\nand these children,
\nin the shade of a tree
\nhaving a picnic
\nof oranges and melon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I sit in the afternoon with mothers and children. Catherine asleep on a chair with Michael on her lap. Jackie playing with a hose trickling…<\/p>\n