My husband and I walked a long way in one direction then came back.

The sky was full of light all afternoon, but it’s getting cloudy now.

I took a nap after our walk and woke up thinking of my father.

I cannot remember a single new detail about my father.

All my memories of him are like dreams, as if he was never real.

I suppose I’ve gotten used to my past being gauzy and dreamlike.

I reweave my past every night and destroy those threads at daybreak.

I can’t help but think of the spider whose web I ruin each morning.

You’d think she’d stop building her webs across our sidewalk, but she doesn’t.

The body does what it’s called to do, and day after day here we are.