A melancholy August sun
spreads streaks across the yard tonight.
The wind tugs at the tops of the trees,
and the surface of the empty pool
is both shadow and shimmer.
My sweet mother-in-law chirps details of the day’s adventures
to my husband in the kitchen.
I feel happy
about the day’s investment
in connection
and joy.
And sad about hard conversations
and goodbyes yet to come.