Upfront and personal

Today is a splendid day, sunny and the exact perfect temperature.  I awaken knowing the job I interviewed for yesterday is not for me.  The temptation is to wait until either I have to turn them down, or they turn me down.  Upfront and personal, I am a chickadee, plain and simple.  Today I write the letter.

I rejoice in this day.

The chickadees pretend

To be phoebes

In distant trees.

When they show

Up front and personal

Their act dissolves

Back Into reality.

I rejoice in this day.

This is the day

Of my daughter’s prom.

She does not pretend to be

Anything different

Than herself.

I wish I had learned this

Earlier.

I rejoice in this day.

At fifty-nine

I am who I am

Upfront and personal.

Today

I rejoice.