You lie on the naked bed, the sheets
Finishing the spin cycle, the trailer walls
Shuddering slightly with the motion.
One cat is at your feet, the others
Line the rooms like Egyptian statues
On guard for a dropped piece of cheese.
It rained most of the night and now
That it has stopped, the stillness settles
Over everything as if we are all shocked
By the end of the drought and the coming
Of autumn, both miracles I believe in
When I linger at the door, watching you.