Filled with people

I am an introvert.  This will come as no surprise to those who know me.  This week is filled with new people.    We host a French exchange student this week and next.  I have four new clients this week, and a new support group to lead.  It is Wednesday morning with nothing scheduled.  The French student is in Springfield with the group.  My daughter returns home at noon.  I hear the birds outside.  I do not have to do anything with the birds except listen to them.  Just listen.

This week is completely filled

With new people.

French people.

American people.

Some are even written down  

On my calendar

For appointments.

All week

New people.

A potluck with exchange students,

Exchange families.

A high school reception

For National Honor Society,

Everyone takes numerous pictures.

We forgot to bring a camera.

We did find our wedding pictures

When we cleaned the room

For the exchange student.

The house holds extra people

When I return home.

I have the blank space,

The blessedly blank space,

Of a nothing-scheduled

Wednesday morning

Before I meet with two new clients

This afternoon.

I hear the birds outside.

I hear the birds

Outside.

I am inside,

In blessedly blank space.

For now.