The sun was so bright
Yesterday,
I squinted as I drove
All the way to Geneva;
Gave thanks for sunglasses,
Offered up a small blessing
For a shorter drive
Than it might have been.
When the meeting was over
I found the sky
bianketed
In gray.
I gave thanks for
What would be
A paler drive,
No need to squint.
On the way home
I realized
Again
The internal signals
Matter at least as much
As the external.
It seems I still need to learn
To balance attention
Inward
With attention outward.
Halfway home
I bought a bowl of baked potato
soup,
Ate it slowly
Until the internal weather
cleared.
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