Come to me
When you are done measuring
Yourself against the wind.
I will put down my rake
And welcome you as if
You had never left.
The chair faded
from afternoons of sun
And nights of dew
Will be waiting
In the northwest corner of the garden,
Where you can watch
The birds create architecture
From dried grass. I will leave
Ice in the freezer
Should you need it for your glass
And will have your favorite book
Waiting tableside, with a Florentine leather bookmark
Between pages 37 and 38. I remember
Where you left off. Your room
Looks out onto a swath of dusky hydrangeas
That were planted in your honor.
When you return, I’ll arrange as many as
I can carry in a vase on your bedside table.
The sun sets on this side of the house,
So I hope you’ll find time each day
To rest and wonder at the colors
exploding in front of us.