a little precarious,

but fine

 i will live in a house
someday soon
that looks
 out over this water
a stream
work often
leaves me feeling
like this tree
or like this 
dammed and fruitlessly
looking for release
but today a writer friend visited
and read her novel to us
they, we, LISTENED
with, what my teachers called 
our thinking caps on
(found on the way to school 
at st. lawrence university this morning)
 cooler weather with rain.
and birds are calling away
in joy
each morning.