Enough

I am coming along well enough.

I have cleared the brush

from the fence line as far

as the river, where I watched

a young hawk diving and coming up

empty on yet another morning

when the frost stayed ‘til noon.

I will set my sights on the rest

of the day, soon enough.

I expect habit will lead to a look

toward the kitchen window, down

the old rows of corn, or at the porch swing

hanging slack in the afternoon.

So I will see to it there is wood

to split and horses to shoe.

Later, when I have made my way

to the bar in town, no one

will say a word.  But someone 
will buy the first round, and others

see the glass stays full.

(from A Clean, Well-lighted Place, 2013)