Too many ideas going through my head,
can’t focus my thoughts.
Asked a professor to buy me apples while
she was at the orchards
and realized that the lines
that separate me from the PhD
have long disappeared–
attribute that to the Writing Project–KMWP
teachers as writers, from Kindergarten through college,
Lost my 2nd dad,
a best friend from high school–
her dad passed away,
I called him Dad
back in high school,
a sadness returned
and I lost my dad—
all over again,
yet the new tears
for losses old and new
and my dad is close once again.
Leading a book club
with some smart people,
really smart people.
It went well.
Great conversations and connections
like-minded passionate people
rejuvenating my spirit.
The phone won’t stop ringing,
doctors and specialists and lab technicians all
want to find out what’s going on
with my thyroid–
didn’t even know
a thyroid ultrasound was possible
and who knows what’s going on with the nodule?
These jumbled ideas
reveal the complexity
of aging–gaining wisdom and insight
grieving a loss that opens a wound
while all the while my body laughs in my face.