I LOVE MY WIFE.

And there are moments

in our life

I don’t like.

One is the making of the bed.

Yes, we are obsessive about the need for neat

in the morning enterprises.

So, at every rising,

we team up to straighten the bed.

(Up to that point, It’s all good.)

But then comes our mutual but multi-definitional sense

of tape-measured exactness about which way

our pillows should best rest.

An inch too much to the left or right

sparks quick spats…

but, still, we try, every morning

to recreate order out of last nights

delicious, rumpled chaos.

And then, there is,

” The folding of the sheets”

those just extracted from the dryer.

Nothing good ought be said about

folding those damn elastic cornered fitted sheets

for storage in the oak chest

at the foot of our four posted bed.

Ha!

Don’t get me started.

Well…..

I suppose….

It’s all right.

Absolute wrinkle-less perfection

in a balanced, mutual relationship

might

be too much to deal with in the long term,

so the occasional

snit

over the love-nest-in-the-morning

is not such a bad thing…..

But still…..