invite

it's 5:30 in the afternoon
and we are alone...
zack is at meme's for the night
tadd is downtown for dinner.

no one to cook for...
no phone calls to return...
nothing...

it feels strange and foreign
and i am a little uncomfortable at first
i contemplate attacking
some large neglected task
reorganize the pantry?
rearrange our closets?
clean off my desktop?

still nothing...
not a sound or a deadline or an email...

nothing but a big old couch
with a tattered comforter
and your big eyes
attempting to appeal to my
snuggly side...

thank you for the invite.
what a glorious nap
with you burrowed behind my knees
and a perfectly still house.