One on a winter evening
when it had the indecency
to rain instead of snow.
One on a summer afternoon
when sunshine pulled out
everyone from inside the house.
Why go out
and expose flesh
to numbing rain
when there’s a perfectly good bed?
Why stay inside
a stifling room
when a breeze from the bay
feels so good on skin
One winter day. One summer day.
The company was more than fine.
Perhaps we should have been a little less surprised
at how life (and love) grows in welcoming spaces
despite the whims of the weather.