My walk waited. There was an oversleeping and a rush to help those who must get out the door get out the door and during that the door is letting all the workmen in, the electricians and contractor and painters and so the house doesn’t quiet, it’s Monday and I want to get caught up on a few things to set the day right, I get some money things sorted and my poem draft sent off for tonight and the walk before the pouring of the rain, but it has been raining and the fallen leaves have collected water, it’s slippery, in fact, more leaves on the path than on the branches. Later, the mirror. It’s a huge one and it takes a quite of bit of conversation among a few strong men to hang it in the master bath. Ta da! Now when I go into the room I have a presence looking back at me. We like one of the new rugs. It has found its place under our feet, deep blue, white streaks, oceanic. I make pizzas with butternut spinach mushrooms onions on thin crust and they are eaten up. The stone mason works so quietly, so meditatively, so peacefully. In another life I shall be one.