The rain has come
and gone.
Torrents falling
and felling
wildflowers
and trees
and hopes
of what I was going to do
today.

Doctor Seuss
and the Cat
and the siblings
knew what that felt like:
Stuck inside,
plans dashed.

My wife and I
though,
(Thing 1 and Thing 2)
were able to clean
and sort
and organize,
even as the rain fell.

Something
from nothing.

But now
I’ve cleaned up,
changed,
showered,
dressed,
much too early
to leave as I planned.
And I can’t go back out
and work
in the dirt
the way I want to.

My hands will be muddy,
my knees will be soiled,
my hair will be full
of garbage
and dirt,
and I will not be ready to go
anywhere.

What should I do instead?

I’ll put my fingers
on the black keyboard,
stare at a blank screen
of white,
and wait to see
what comes out,
what happens next,
where the day
will take me,
and why.