Bother

One thing at a time... I tell my clients. One thing at a time... I tell myself.

I thought I’d written today

Then realized

That was yesterday.

The grief has begun its way

Into my head.

Oh

There it is.

I thought I’d escaped it.

Oh bother

I think

Like Winnie the Pooh

Even like Eeyore.

This timing is unfortunate.

The garbage and recycling trucks

Make their way through the neighborhood.

The cats on opposite chairs

Glare at each other.

So far I have decorated

By hanging a cowbell on the front door,

Filled a large glass vase

With nuts

Even perched a reindeer

On top.

That’s it.

I thought I’d written.

Now I have.