How good it feels to wake up
this Saturday morning and not go
to the garage, put on the old shoes,
wheel the mower over the gravel
and pavers on the side of the house
and mow the backyard lawn. How good
to not wonder about the moss patch
in the grass, to not have to think about
driving to Home Depot for whatever
chemical kills moss but not grass
or people. How good to not kill moss
at all, because it is beautiful.
How good it is today, to not have
a lawn, a mower, a house, a car.
To be sitting in my favorite chair,
the one by the window, drinking coffee,
and reading Whitman, my life empty
of anything extra.