If

I wonder
if someday
in a little house
on the corner
leafy vegetables out back
in past the kitchen curtains

I'm going to live
reading morning newspapers
tackling crossword puzzles
over coffee
brewed to wake us up

playing piano every morning
as soon as the sun hits the keys
asking you what you think
gladly stopping when you come
whispering your input in my ear

clocks on the wall
rows of shoes in the closet
yours and mine
pots of all shapes and colors
filling up the salt and pepper on Tuesdays
worn slippers

I wonder
if there will be nights
we'll go outside
and talk about nothing at all
stars caressing our cheeks
hands intertwined

I'll be pleased
with walls we've painted ourselves
art in the kitchen
shelves flooded with books
your favorite authors
and mine