The early morning mist seemed just a fog
Until you wished
You had worn more clothing
Perhaps something plastic.
Doors suck open as you walk
Car tires rustle the damp pavement
Garbage truck metal crushes metal
Your walk turns to frolic down the street.
Many people don’t think
To stop their automatic lawn sprinklers
Though all the morning weather reports
Declare the inevitability of rain.
Vapor dripping from trees overhead
Clouds your eyeglass vision
To soften the suburban world you move through.
With the one who knows everything about you
Your private pleasures and resentments
Your secret loves.
The one who wants what you want
Listens and agrees.
You always suspected your dog's love of cheese
Would send him off a cliff for a piece of it.
You quicken your pace
Sometimes the spirit alone goes out for a walk
Comes back for the cheese.
Though you come from soil and seed
the product is far from complete.