It's not a date, it's more important than that

though I got the day and date wrong
this was the day I thought he would come

so I scurried around, making the place
presentable and attending to primping

stopping short of braiding and fancy ribbons
checked the dinner supplies, got the kids

calmed down, ensured they had dinner and
ran some cool water, checked the yard and

checked my phone, once, twice – wondered
is it him this time or me? it’s me, of course

the farrier comes next week, though the horses
appreciated the attention on such a fine day