I sit watching the dogs in the kitchen
Making sure they don't bark and stir things up
While my wife sits in the bedroom with her father
Who has had another angina attack, his third today.
A moment ago she took me outdoors
To see the mist lying low over the fields and around the old barn.
The cows are no longer here.
There used to be 25 in the barn and they all had names.
My wife knew all of them and could call them by name.

I sit in the kitchen watching the dogs
And editing impossible pieces for a photo criticism journal.
My father-in-law, Dan, breathes in pure oxygen to ease the pain
And the family sits around him talking of years rolled past.
The mist should lift by tomorrow morning and we'll be leaving by 9.

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