My Holiness

 My holiness envelops that sun

These hands, that book, that dirty sock

That welt-like mosquito bite, work picnic casualties with babies and senior faculty huddled together 

Gasps and sighs at new policies, small plants to take home, watermelon left out in the heat a bit too long

John’s first day of sophomore year is not my triumph but my longing

Alabama Shakes under a gorgeous, slightly muggy Ravinia night