The sail is so vast when it's laid out on the driveway.
I secure it with a screwdriver through the shackle
at the tack, then stretch it smooth,
tugging on the head and clew. Now it's smooth
as a night's worth of new snow.
My wife, my partner, has been torn from her busy day.
We face each other across the sail's foot
and with my right hand and her left hand
(I'm right handed, she's left handed)
we pull an arm's length of the sail
down over itself, then do this again,
keeping my left hand, and her right hand
inside the latest fold, and drawing our other hand,
her left hand and my right hand, towards the foot.
Each fold is easier since the sail grows narrower
near the top. Then we fold towards each other,
and I wrap my arms around it, while she holds the bag's mouth open,
the gray bag that will cover it through the winter.
Then I thank her. And the driveway is visible again
as it is in spring, when all the snow has melted.
Number 10 - 2014