Today the list is small

Today I hang out with the cats in the sun. I am grateful for both.

Today the list is small:

Write this,

Whatever this is.

Take the morning pills.

Eat breakfast.

Drink coffee

From the sunflower mug.

Watch the kitten.

Consider the sun.

Consider it again.

One needful thing

Wow. One needful thing at a time. I did not write yesterday. Today I did.

This morning

There is one needful thing.

I will write.

The words themselves

Do not matter.

I notice I forgot my pills again

Last night.

So

Perhaps

Two needful things.

Oh and maybe three

If I think hard enough

Remember the pills

Notice the golden morning light

The kitten sliding across

The dining room table

Me curled up

In the soft blue blanket,

That blanket given to me the first Christmas

After seizure number one.

This morning

Only one

Maybe two

Perhaps three

Needful things.

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.

Steps

I write this so maybe I will believe it eventually.

One small step still leads
To the very next one
Even when I can’t see

No plans

The entire day was a distraction. And here I am... today. Now I am really back in no driving mode,

I do not know

Where yesterday went

Except the details

Have flown

To parts unknown

I remember many kind voices

But not the ambulance

Not the emergency room

I don’t even remember

Being driven home.

Here I am

Awake in the blue chair

With no plans

For the day

Tomorrow is a cipher

As well.

Gold leaves

More steps in gold leaves.

I wake and wonder

What next steps

I shall take,

What next steps

I shall put off

For now.

I know

They will come later.

I am on the road

To Oz.

Gold leaves

Cover the front walk.

My companions are often

Unlikely.

I am on the road

To Somewhere.

Gold leaves

Blanket the front walk

And yes

The back yard

As well.

Which door

Shall I use?

My companions offer

Different possibilities.

They search

For brains

For courage

For heart.

Gold leaves show us

The way.

We

All of us

Search for Home.

Time is an abstract concept

I woke up philosophical. Now off to church.

Here I am

In the blue chair.

The clocks all tell

Different times.

Some we changed

Some change automatically

Some may never change

At all.

Time,

After all,

Is an abstract concept.

It depends on which clock

Numbers the hours

Numbers the days,

Which ones we believe,

Which ones we don’t.