Right toes

My right toes are making progress, not much, but some. Coffee still smells good in the morning, but I have no desire to drink it. 

My right toes

Have begun to function

Together.

One month in the hospital

Means that coffee

No longer appeals

Not even Starbucks.

And

It is entirely possible

My life

Is reconfigured in ways

I had not planned.

A quiet day

Today is a day of rest, God willing.

A quiet day.

Classes chosen

To the West.

Flowers on the front table

To remind us,

Life continues.

Sometimes it continues

The way we have planned,

Sometimes

Not.

Prelude to the day

I drove my daughter to school early this morning.  Instead of crawling back into bed, I am sitting and contemplating the day.  It is a clinic day today.  I have a new client.  Much is planned.  I consider how I will fly today.

When much is planned

I dig up more unplanned time

To mulch around it.

I hold the early morning,

A cup of coffee

Warm in my hands.

Light snow

Now heavier

Signals more time

For travel.

I missed the sandhills return

This year

But the Canada geese,

The ones who left in autumn

Now return In perfect vees.

They show the ones left behind

What it means

To fly as God*s intent.

Not the ragged practice vees

They muster

All winter.

When much is planned

There must be

Unplanned time

To hold a warm cup of coffee,

Consider the day.