I love ordinary time with you,
when nothing happens, or needs to,
at the close of day, for instance,
when work is ended,
and only the moon demands attention.

On an ordinary day we might
paint a wall, plant a tree,
cut the grass, mend a table,
have some lunch and
come to making love
tasting of summer and salt,
then sleep
and wake
to late afternoon shadows,
sunset, evening,
and the commonplace magic
of the night.