Maybe no one is more fortunate than we;
Maybe the drought is over for now,
And the rain will fill the reservoirs.

The courtyard fountain mixes
Air and light, water and motion
In a most rewarding fashion.

Nothing is better than this cup of coffee,
And the mood of quiet contemplation
That wraps around me here.

Someone is sleeping in the next room,
Sneakers and scissors, pencils and pictures
Scattered on her bedroom floor.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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