Beneath This Roof

I
live
upstairs
watch sun rise
over lithe tree tops.
Sparrows, pigeons, coo and bustle,
lift old blinds on what this variable life might bring.
My routines wait, like gilded hooks on a weathered board, for me to realize success
and jump and grin and toss my head, the fun of being
fulfilled in this simple life where
after work I rest
and enjoy
a slow
sun
set