when I look outside
and catch the eye of my brother  my sister  my college roommates
I find myself short of supply
it doesn’t take much to play the hand of comparison and fold at ‘lack’

last week I was able to leave my car in the garage
my two feet took me to main street
across the park 
down lanes with my dog  waving at neighbors smiling with mug in hand

this week my hands deep in the soil
holding a shovel and rake  making things grow
tending the crack where storms seep in   fixed it
washing the doorframe overdue for cleansing  its face in the shade grown grey  done
picking daisy  lilies  a rose or two
bouquet  this existence
from the inside