Screen Door Poem by Susan Lacovara

He waits by the screen door
Unsure if he's ready to leave
Tempted by what could be out there
Looming in a lazy mid morning

Twice he glances in my direction
Almost asking permission
To leave me behind
On his quest to find
Some solitude in the dripping sun

I am not dressed yet
For my day to unfold
And slide the lock from the door
Granting him his freedom
To wander about
And without my overseeing

I know he wishes I were quicker
In my mundane chores
So to join him ready to pounce
On the wide eyed world
Just outside the screen door

He thinks twice and turns
Giving me a slightly annoyed nudge
And torn between rejection
And affection
Steps back inside
To willingly wait
That I might accompany him
Sometime sooner than later