Quiet Day

Quiet Day for St. Michael*s, Barrington this morning.  A wonderful opportunity.  I enjoyed it, except for the cough, which seemed to have a life of its own.  Bother.  Thankfully it did not claim the time I had to speak, just the quiet time in between.  I*m sure there*s something to be learned here... there always is.

The cough behaved itself

While I was speaking.

It could not stand

The hour of silence

In between

The talks.

Usually I am fine

With long stretches

Of quiet.

Today the cough

Had other ideas.

Now that I am quiet

At home

There is no problem.

The cough

Has a voice of its own.

I remember this

From innumerable

Sundays past.

Now that I am off

Sunday morning duty,

I realize

I*d forgotten.

Now I remember:

The cough

Has a voice of its own.