Add water

More Wizard of Oz (see yesterday*s reflection).  I am still considering melting the new supervisor with a bucket of water.  I imagine by Monday I will be able to wish her well.  This week I count the people I will miss and spend some good time with them.  Next Monday I will not carry water with me.

The new supervisor

(Not mine)

Says she knows everything.

She believes that an intern

And a volunteer counselor

Are exactly

The same thing.

No.

Since I no longer count hours;

Since next Monday

Is my final day

As a volunteer,

I count the people

I will miss.

I count my way

To a good ending,

One conversation

At a time.

After I metaphorically

Drop a house

On the new supervisor,

In my head,

Mind you,

I consider buckets of water

And then

Only then

I wish her well:

Out loud.