Day

We are like daylilies
Or something cold-blooded
Asking to sit in the sun

Holding out my hands
I hope to make things the way you do
Or nearly as beautiful

Sustenance is as the airs you make
Around my family, around this hull
Down in the dappled copse or at a laid table

I feel better when I cook something
On a warm day
If we don’t share, it will only be me who remembers