slant of light

I chase the light in my dark 1940's house.

I know to knit in the middle room at 4:00.

I know to cook dinner in the kitchen at 5:30.

I know that my daughter's room is like the surface of the sun year 'round and I can take the best pictures there.

I forgive winter only because the pecan trees drop their leaves and allow my living room to glow from 10:00 until 3:00.

All the other rooms in the house are considered nests.

The sunny rooms are places to stretch. Ponder the little hairs on my legs. Appreciate the aquamarine blue of my children's eyes. 

J. Tackett