swivels in me like a weathervane 
in swirling wind, points now 
to packages I can't figure out 
how to open, boxes of books 
gathering dust, raspberries 
to be picked, a juvenile hawk  
who menaces the fledgling 
robins in their grapevine nest-- 
and always, a keyboard, my fingers 
typing emails or poems,  
piano keys where I replay 
Für Elise or Träumerei, 
a yard where I pull invasive weeds 
under a sky now dull orange 
from fires in the north blazing  
around lakes we once paddled, 
hauling our packs on portage 
after portage in the rain. 
 
Turns to deep time,  
memories of tantrum times 
and clover wreaths,  
then swim-team races, 
heatstroke afternoons, warm sand 
on ocean beaches, Latin verbs 
and first loves, new loves,  
childbirths and friends' deaths, 
heartbreak and reunions. Wait,  
I'm calling out. Wait! Wait! 
Don't anyone leave! and rain-- 
welcome rain! begins 
to fall again.