Relaxed

Sitting in the sun

on my daughter’s

jade green suede sofa
on a cool day

in the middle of October.

The sun rays beam heat

on my neck like a

gentle, continuous massage

that only stops

when a cloud cover comes

or I choose to get up.

The orange and yellow trees

that surround her house

sway in a gust of wind

and a few acorns pop

on the roof and deck.

Her sweet pooch lies

on the perpendicular,

plaid love seat,

glad to be with me

and out of his box,

but positioned

so he can see out the window

while he intermittently naps

and longs for her return.

The joy of utter solitude

and a personal email box

that can be totally ignored

because I have retired.