Hello June, thanks for coming. I’m glad you’re here.
You brought changes in your suitcase and I am not referring to clothing.
Oh, some I anticipated. The start of summer. School’s out, let’s shout and all that.
Others though, not so much and I’m left uncertain. Unsure as to what is to come.
Next autumn will not look like it has in the past.
I have learned I allow too much. The infiltration of work, which I mask as loyalty.
I plan to spend some time on that fact.
Figure out how I got here or at least how not to return.
Meanwhile, I listen closely. Wait for answers from the voices I value.
Those whose very hands usher beauty into the world. People firmly placed.
Without a need for avoidance. Again, valued voices, I remind myself.
I witness life’s interjections. Timing mixed with interruptions.
The load might not be too heavy but it’s time to put it down, nonetheless.
Usher in the yellow sky of morning. A beginning which follows this noncelebratory, end.