her new house

she can see herself
in the new house. where the bookcase
will go,
the long soft couch.
a tv for the corner.
a green plant, tall and wide
near the window.
she can feel her feet
upon the floors, long planks of
wood, buffed and oiled clean.
she smells the food she will
cook at the new stove,
the sink where her dishes
will go, she can hear
the swing of the cabinet
doors
as she shops and fills
each one up.
she sees her bed in the large
room with windows.
the spin of the fan
on hot summer nights,
the light coming in
as she wakes up early
before her run.
she sees a long string of
tomorrows in this new house.
it's been too long
to have waited for change.