blue out there

The tree in your yard, the brown ground,
little rocks, tire marks, look over here now,
an oil stain definitely
resembling something important,
a feeling you once had,
when you were young.
The slope of cement,
and the street meets the driveway.

Bright bright blue out there, up there.
Move your hand around.
Wave it, make circles in the air,
and look at your hand as it moves.
The sky responds to your motions,
just a little bit.

You are a marvelous force of action.

Are you buying or renting?
Have you met the new neighbors?
Trash comes on Saturdays.
Nice stroller.

And a lizard scuttles up the back yard gate.
You eat a burrito,
the same sort of burrito
you used to eat.
Remember? No? That's OK.

You drink some water.
The sun goes down.