The New Umbrella

i sit down
at the table out back.
made of iron, not unlike
me. I have
no idea where it's from.
it doesn't matter anymore.
i stretch my legs
and yawn.
the new aqua blue umbrella
spread open
keeps the sun
at bay.
the wind blows gently
across the yard.
the bird bath
is full of yesterdays
rain. a crimson cardinal
stops by
for a swim.
i have my books,
my writing. a cold drink.
it's quiet,
it's wonderfully peaceful,
it's satisfyingly
sane.