Gradually

Working my way back in, gradually.

I am home

Gradually.

Pieces of things

Are added back in.

This week is clients.

Next week sees physical therapy.

Throughout everything

The kitten brings me

Her reindeer mitten,

A relic from

My daughter’s childhood.

I throw it.

She brings it back,

Expectantly.

I throw it again.

I am home

Gradually.

Here comes the mitten

Again.

It all takes practice

I used to think practicing was attached to things like musical instruments. Then I saw that any time we notice any change needs to be made, it will take practice, sometimes loads of practice... too.

I tell my clients

As I tell myself…it all,

All change… takes practice

Twelve hours

I knew yesterday would be full. It was. Good full. I went to bed at ten, and woke up at ten. Rested. I understand cats sleep, in some way, at least twenty hours a day. The old cat is sound asleep in the sun. The kitten is sound asleep in the guest room. We will introduce the two this weekend.

Twelve hours.

I slept twelve hours

Last night.

Woke up to find

This same lovely world.

There are two clients

On the roster

Today,

Five hours apart.

What professional in her right mind

Would schedule like this?

Me.

Oh the things I can do

In between.

Today promises full

Hmm. Three clients, one new. Two cats. Full day.

Today promises full.

I realize as I begin,

I only count the things

On the calendar,

Appointments and initials

I have written

On the square

That is July 14.

Then there is the kitten,

Still a guest

In a room of her own.

Then there is the older cat.

He lies strategically

Between our bedroom

And the guestroom,

Sprawled like a king.

Today promises full.