Psalm before the summer solstice

Day Before the Solstice

a psalm of thanksgiving

For sky as implausibly blue

as a plastic kiddie pool,

scrawled with the white streaks
of self-erasing contrails.

For grass stretching up,

for the rustle of oak and birch,

for sumac spreading its canopy

over blackberry and wild grape.

For this canvas umbrella

once red as a tomato

now leached by sun

to Nantucket pink.

For cold coffee, milky

as a silted river

and sweet as birdsong,

ice cubes rattling in my glass.