I sit in my garden
a dish in my lap
with a big scoop of chocolate ice cream
My feet in the sun
my head in the shade
my eyes on the distant horizon
I worked hard all week
I answered my mail
and my desk is not in a clutter
I talked to my mother
called up the kids
and straightened the drawers and closets
I sewed a loose button
tightened a screw
and finished last Sunday’s papers
I even made up
our bed today
although no company’s coming
All this is to say
that I really deserve
that scoop of chocolate ice cream.