The dogs and I are locked out
but this time I am not fighting it. I am sitting for a few minutes on the lawn
overlooking the meadow.
Wildflower and the sounds of birds and Grace’s fan
interrupt the endless lush green.
I wonder why I never made a copy of the house key to leave in my car – I know just where I’d put it for just such eventualities.
Fortunately, there are pen and paper and books – so I write
If I were the kids, I’d just reach up and use…
NO. They have taken it away with them.
I’m glad that they want the house key.
I am sad that there’s an “away.”
Children are not meant to be Peter Pans, but to go on the appointed journey (hat tip to JRRT).
But I don’t know what’s next for me
I can imagine, but I don’t yet know.