in your head you’re there and it’s exactly like you imagined,
floating between ancient trees felled for floor planks and ceiling beams;
close-up on the washing machine.
pan out to a bird’s eye view of yankee patchwork edged by shoreline.
interior dining table, set with sticky babies, surrounded by hopeful dogs;
cue light at western windows, sun setting us, grateful, to summer.
Favorite time of year and day!
It is. Was.