Mothballs

I can make lists of what is wrong with the world.  To start, I can*t find my sunglasses, and these days I need them.  I won*t go on.  Today is not a day for such lists.  Today I did not wake up dizzy and blurred. There is cool air blowing through my office window.  A flock of sandhill cranes just flew overhead.  Even mothballs count for good.  

I knew it would be a fine day:

I didn*t wake up dizzy and blurred.

It*s amazing what counts for good

These days.

Below freezing

I unearthed the scarf,

Discovered  my husband

Had put it in a box

With mothballs.

You were there when I did it,

He said.

Of course I don*t remember.

I smelled naphtha all the way to church.

Now the scarf hangs on the tomato trellis

Outside the church door

In the wind and sun.

It will be ready

When I go home.

Every time I move

I smell mothballs.

It*s amazing what counts for good

These days.

Even mothballs.