I stepped outside of my little house and stood barefoot on a rock

The pacific ocean rolled towards me

Across the bay a family of seals sprawled on the kelp uncovered by the low tide

A blue heron honked overhead

All around the house the wild roses were blooming

The air smelled sweet and salty and loud with crows and bees

My house was clean

I had food in the fridge for a week

I sat outside 'til the sun went down

That night the piano beckoned for the first time in ten years

My fingers found these patterns which express what words could not

This song poured out while a brown bear rummaged through my garbage cans

The song has seven s constructed for the days of that happy week

On Thursday the bear arrives