Tuesday, May 3, 2011


This is Us. We duck taped our overalls to keep the ticks out.

The rain drips
like silver beads
off the green metal roof.

We sit side by side
on the old cushions
of the porch swing,
gazing at the wet world
that explodes with new life.

You chug a beer.
I sip wine from a Mason jar.

Your hand touches mine.

calloused and tan-
freshly washed clean
of tractor oil and gasoline.

nicked from thorns
and pink from slicing strawberries-
fingernails still unpainted
since last summer.

I smile.
You grin.
And we stare through the damp screen
in silence.

I pick a tiny tick
off my ankle.

You cross your arms.

A wren rests on the branches of an oak tree
and thunder growls softly in the gray clouds.

We begin to swing in rhythm-
slowly rocking our feet-
leaning back against the flowered pillows
in weary surrender.

The chain creaks and groans
and we laugh.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you more," You reply.

You drink your beer.
I finish my wine.

The day fades as we watch
shadows fill the woods.

And suddenly 
I know for certain
this is all 
I will ever need.


mybabyjohn said...

This is so real, and, absolutely beautiful in its simplicity.

Michelle in a shell said...

So lovely!

sisterlinda said...

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could end ALL days like this? If we would just take that time to be together and share something besides tv? Guess that is kinda what retirement feels like....simply WONDERFUL!

baygirl32 said...

truely amazing! and soo very true

Margaret Hall said...

Rae....I so like the way that you put us within your lines on your writes...It is such a cherished memory with love that you have shared with us this morning...Thank you for being you and bringing us such a beautiful moment of Love...♥

Beth Zimmerman said...

I love the way you write! :) I hate the very thought of ticks! SHUDDER!

Joanne said...

ahhhhh LOVE! :O) Blessings, Joanne

Dawn M. Hamsher said...

Now that is love!

New phrase:
Love sticks for those who pick ticks!

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