still

we slept with the windows open
the cats stayed on the sill
still as we were

where there was nothing
now, there was

a whispering breeze
the rattle of branches
grackles announcing themselves

the silence of night
apparently reserved for daylight

the mockingbirds begin their shift
i do as well

the box on the roof was low on coolant
marcos is here fixing it now

i almost wish he wasn’t