Leaving Alone Alone

This is good, the sun on the table,
The music of no music at all,
The rumbling of the propane heater,

The handful of voices murmuring
Through the interior wall next door,
The shadow of a large roadrunner

On the glass door, stalking past stiffly,
The shift in upstairs noises, a range
Of solitary teenaged prepping

For a drive into town for errands,
This is all good. This is what you’ve got,
Which tends to be good, when left alone.