I imagine

Wow. Prayers requested for grace and equanimity as I learn new ways of being after Monday's seizure experience.

I imagine this

Is what death might be like

Suddenly waking up

In a new place

Only really

It has a familiar ring

Like I’ve been here before

The kitten asleep

Next to my chair

The person on the other end

Of the phone,

He has waited

She has waited

For me

To answer

Time to come home

Time to be home

I imagine this

Is all rehearsal

For the real thing

I figure I will know it

When I see it.

Wedding rehearsal

I wait for the rehearsal this afternoon. The wedding itself is Saturday afternoon.  I have a parade of wedding memories, some of which bear repeating... some not.

All the clergy

Are out of town

For the weekend

Except for me

So this one is mine.

I wear a collar

To remind myself

This is part of what

I am ordained

To do.

I remember past rehearsals.

I have a thirty year collection

Of stories.

We all do,

The ones who vacation

And me.

We all do.

This one, however,

Is mine.