I scarcely notice the rain pelting my coffee cup.

Or the small House Wrens near a pile of cut branches,

flitting about joyously, welcoming the light shower.

They remind me I need to get that cleaned up sometime,

but I’m hesitant to disturb their preferred habitat

so, I’ll leave them to enjoy their capering.

My reverie does notice the hush of absence

while I wait for these words to overcome

the silence in the garden we imagined.