Morning of Mary’s birthday
though in another time zone
she is surely asleep.
Here in Central Daylight Time
her birthday arrives two hours
earlier and I wander the house
singing the Happy Birthday song
again and again to the air
waiting waiting for whenever
she might be ready to hear it.
I wish her a prime year better
than the one before and the next
one better than this my slightly
unrealistic wish for me and mine.
