Reflections on the Evening

Darkening earlier with this storm

Cold, damp winter

Stealing the evening light we should have

I am folding towels on the table

Old beach towels used for work now

Not play

And you, sawing, drilling, fixing

A project more for me than for you

We would have handled this differently

When we started

In the first seasons of our marriage

But we are a little older

A little wiser

Sanctified just a little bit more

We are better

I am content to leave you alone with your project

To sit downstairs with you upstairs

I am fine

I don't feel rejected or isolated

I don't worry you don't like me

It's just a normal Saturday evening

Is this who we will be when we are old

I think it is fine

Epilogue
You came to sit with me
After your tools were put away
I told you about a poem I had heard
And we talked about literature
And why we like what we like
It's just a normal Saturday evening
Is this who we will be when we are old
I know it is fine