Here, is Good.7

[It's winter. Sometimes in winter, one needs to re-instate the series of Here is Good, 

 in order to remind oneself:  Here, [thank you] is Good.]

When February throws you a 63 degree Saturday, 

you take advantage of it.

 You set the bread dough to rising 

in the gleam of the glorious sun,

and you load cookies into your oven,

tray by abundant tray.

While the baking happens, you step outside to
take down the lights that you never had a moment for

[a moment that would have been 

raw-through-your-gloves cold, by the way]

and you haul out the rugs in order to mop all the 

boot prints that have collected over 

weeks and weeks of snowy salty slushy piano babies

dredging everything inside.

And when your neighbor calls for you,

and you happen to have just taken off your shoes?

You step out onto the porch,

barefoot.