No more computer work for me.
The second job is put away,
and that tired look from her tells it all.
A turned head says, “Let’s go.”
I take my wife by the hand, step quietly to the door,
and disappear down the front steps
into the cool of the night.
Out past the driveway we amble,
into the quiet, the peace:
our very own place
where silence is disturbed only by our thoughts
and hushed words.
Walking too slowly to call it exercise,
we gaze into the sky, the waning moon, the stars and clouds,
and quietly stroll by as the neighbors’ lights
blink off to bed.
Now it’s just us.
Around the cul-de-sac we walk
hand in hand, whispering the day away—
what worked, what didn’t;
who called, who didn’t;
what it cost, what it didn’t.
Around we go—
three, four, five orbits.
Maybe six, maybe ten.
All of the things that wound us up
slowly unwind with each turn of the cul-de-sac.
The day finally talked out, the fresh air crisp and cool,
our feet now tired, our hands still clasped:
our minds take ease.
Once more we go around.
All seems well.
It was a good day—not too bad. Productive.
Somehow the night turns the day upright.
We end the circle beneath old branches,
past crickets and cats, into the moonlight and out.
The day finally loosens its grip
and we pause
in front of our peaceful home
It’s time to go in.
I escort my bride of 32 years back to the front porch.
A quiet kiss, a big hug,
a look into each other’s eyes,
and we turn in.
Illustration by Steve Kropp
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