Making plans

I understand people downtown think there are no resources for alcoholic clergy. Come on, folks. Come on. Really? Of course...there are so many systems that encourage denial. Clergy are notoriously reluctant to seek help. Alcoholics will do everything they can do to avoid admitting they have a problem. A double whammy. And I thought I would get schooling to assist this double whammy category? Really? Whatever was I thinking?

Change once more.

Why be surprised?

Change is our only constant.

We are assured

Today will be something different

Than we expected.

Ah yes

Plans once again

Dashed to the ground

Buried in the front

And back lawns.

Still we make plans

With ourselves

With our companions

With whomever appears

At the door.

We laugh.

We cry.

We say

Of course

Of course

Of course

Then

We make more plans.

Weep this night

Joy does come in the morning, but, it seems to me, it is flavored by sorrow.

Weeping

They say

May spend the night

But morning comes.

Morning always comes

Somehow

Somewhere.

It does not erase

The weeping

No

The weeping is woven in

To the morning

It brings its own flavor,

Its saltiness,

Sometimes even a bite

Of coriander,

A tang of citrus

To flavor the morning.

Weeping

May indeed spend the night

But the morning

Does not deny it.

The morning

Claims it.

Small kitten

I believe there may be an ulterior motive to our daughter not finding a home (other than ours) for that last kitten. She may deny it, of course. She may also deny being in cahoots with her older brother.

Grandchildren may not yet

Be in the picture but here

Is a small kitten.