A Day of Possibility - A Prose Poem by C. Sloane Swan © 2026

The skies are full.

The air is thick.

Electricity bounces off me and the air.

I can feel her.

Here in my heart.

Memories bounce around….of fireworks, and friends. Dogs and kiddos.

Harvesting in the garden – quick before the rains come!

A day when everything flowed easily…. shopping – did you get those earrings?,..

or walking up the road – did you see that cool plant, what was that, we’ll have to look it up – sshhh, did you hear that?

Is it a bear, is it a turkey, ?? quick let’s go!

Jumping in the truck to go find the bears; climbing the rocky road – quick did you see them – there they are!

It was a day like this when we saw three beautiful bear cubs.

Or hiking up the road with all the animals, Abby the cat walking with us and the dogs. A view so far we could see into New Mexico.

It was a day like this when we hiked together - before the rains came.

Or driving around Taylor Ranch on the 4-wheeler…going places we probably shouldn’t have gone… but - did you see that??  it’s Dick’s dumping ground--- keep going…did you see that? quick stop – let me get it, that deer skull; look at that cool rock, we better get back, the rains are going to come--- did you see that huge mushroom?

It was a day like this when we drove the property with Sadie the dog, and……… didn’t get home before the rains came.

Or lounging in the hot tub one early spring morning…. sshhh, look, there’s a bear over there – quick, get down, don’t move!, oh wait, make noise--- oh wow, he’s going the other way, we must have scared him away – Yeah, we were almost lesbian soup!

It was a day like this when we were naked in the hot tub.

Or going to our friends’ house… did you bring the slippers? – I’ve got the food….laughing with friends; playing Mexican Train. Man, that Jackie, she always wins!  unless of course, Don wins…standing on their porch looking across the way at the green covered mountain, waiting on the rains to come.

It was a day like this when we laughed a lot with friends.

Or splitting and stacking wood together…do you need help with that one? , nope, I’ve got it – watch out-- it’s gonna crack open! You’re sure a good stacker...Man, that bucket was the best thing we ever bought up here! I’m gonna go hop in.

It was a day like this when we worked on wood together.

Or driving around in the golf cart in Oregon…Max the 3-legged between us - quick, look up there, do you see the osprey’s nest? Give me the binocs, oh yeah there it is! I sure like being by the water here – yeah, except for the foghorn – yeah. We’ll have to get a sound machine.

It was a day like this when we saw the osprey’s nest.

On these kinds of days after all was done, we would sit together – on the couch, or in front of the fireplace, or in the rig, and we would turn and look in each other’s eyes, and she would say….

“This was a good day.”

And I would agree:

“Yeah….it was. It was a really good day.”

A day of possibility.