Grandpa is Peeing

Grandpa is peeing
outside the house,
by the bushes and the
spigot for the hose.

His truck is parked to
block the driveway.

Road trips remembered,
or perhaps the thought
that the bathroom seat
requires lifting,

make urination easier
into the mulch.

From my vantage
across the street
I can tell when he zips.
Then Grandpa turns,

for a moment
sees me.

But the porch steps
need mounting, and
behind the front door
a grandchild waits.