the loud whirring of a drill, the
whacking of a hammer
and silence
The ducks rest
The hammer rests. There's a
shuffling of the roofing slabs
and silence
Little whacks, pauses
Little scrapes, pauses
The hammer pounds, and stops
And the rain is here
in half-hearted drops
Quickly, another slab is lifted up
The ducks have waddled away from here
Just rustling on the roof
A breeze is moving leaves furiously on the trees
and the palms are waving to me
telling me to come back up to the house
Will work stop? A shed without a roof is not practical
when it rains:
Drill — whirr The drill is lowered
More comes down from the roof. Little noises — things
being dropped on things — Oh, that's Carol behind me,
cleaning up the shed. Again, whack, things being slid into place.
This morning's weather: Off again, On again
While Carol works with vacuum cleaner in the shed,
Everything having been organized by her
before yesterday's rains
Mike is again on the shed roof
The dogs, Mia and Tango are running free,
out of sight now
Carol found an egg near the duck pond —
One egg. I wanted to find another —
I walked to the gate — or halfway when
the rain started again
Back to the pond, still on the road, and
I turned and tried again
The rain had stopped — I made it
Back to the shed, and as I said:
Off again, on again — showers
Mia is back, she nudged my leg
By Carol's admonition, Mia knew that I was off limits.
Carol went up the ladder. Where's the camera?
NOW — where's the sun?
