I met people all day in different spaces

Usually I write in the morning, but this morning I barely made it out of bed in time for morning ablutions, breakfast, and making it to my 10:00 AM appointment.  Now it is cold and snowy.   This is one of those significant days, where everything was planned, at least time-wise, yet unrehearsed.  I am now home for the unplanned part of the day.  Soup for dinner sounds like a good idea.

I met people all day

In different spaces.

Here it is 4:44 in the afternoon.

I consider writing the day.

It passed

Before I knew it.

There is more yet to come.

I met people all day

In different spaces.

I will have to figure out

Where to sit in my consultant*s

New office:

I went with the sofa,

But the sofa is now

In a different place.

Maybe next time

A chair

Perhaps the floor.

At noon I lost track of my lunch partner.

We waited for the other

In a different part of the restaurant

For twenty-five minutes.

Both of us

Had full view of the only door

Into the place.

The funeral brought me

To new places yet,

Despite the familiarity of the space,

The liturgy

The people.

Now I know there is a place

For

I Want to Walk as Child of the Light

In the service

When I die.

I imagine when I die

I will meet new and old people

In different spaces,

In unexpected places.