a poem a day for a year #231

The rain came just in time. We sat under the little roof. My mother told us about the time a rabbit bit the tip of her finger off and we all leaned forward. My children have no worries, my children won the lottery of love. I let them take off all their clothes and run and touch the trees at the property edge. Someone screams. Small laughter. A thousand noises in the woods. This is what someone would remember about these acres. It's always been alive here. The sun shines when it rains. The creek is a songbird. I am never alone.