Instead

While I waited for a client who never showed, I had a conversation with fresh grief.  This must be what I was meant to do.  And now I am already on page 10 of a book it would never have occurred to me to read, were it not for the morning ride with my daughter.  I wonder what the day will bring... instead.

She doesn’t show up

Instead

Instead

I find other reasons

I am here.

It seems Thursday

Is completely reordered:

A text message here,

A book recommendation there,

A conversation

With grief

One month lost

And counting.

The yellow lily just begins

Out my window

Against the gray sky.

She doesn’t show,

Doesn’t call,

Doesn’t email.

Instead 

There are other reasons

I am here today.

Some of them

I know.