Saturday in the swing
serenaded with cicada song
and the chuck-chuck-chuck
of chiding squirrels
I float
aimless—and appreciative
of quiet moments spent swaying
My dog calls greeting to our neighbor
rolling her Rs like that old Ruffles commercial
she’s a sentry
sniffing out lizards
A breeze plays with my writing paper
dances the words among the shadows
cast from sun and leaves
making me dizzy in the Texas heat
A paw taps my knee
accompanied by a whine
I’m abandoned
for central air
Moisture collects
on the back of my neck
on upper lip
around my hairline
behind my knees
I inhale humidity
yet I linger
savoring my Saturday in the swing
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
