tonight's crickets had quieted considerably

long past sunset and their susceptible choir

the evening's rain had passed and it was marvelously early autumn

i noticed something amidst my wanderings

acted

and said (to myself in the humidity) whilst acting

"shut that fucking door,

my son does not live on the other side"

and i'm left with the peace that is me

and the life i find myself reinventing

so grateful

for each moment

each breath

each awareness

such grace

such space to live this

amidst such balance

and so pleased Cedar will pass again through that door

free to be himself

again with me