more centering

i ate supper of potato salad in my car, 

watching and listening to the wind and the water on lake flower, 

in saranac lake.

and the sun shone out

in reminder

 i have a new splint to wear for four weeks. 

 it's hard to feel too sorry for yourself 

when these mountains are the constant backdrop here.

i love this town, 

it's quieter and secret compared to bawdy lake placid, 

where my doctor practices.

as i struggle

with acceptance and patience

i remember learning patience before.

waiting

is it always so damned hard?

good news:

i can teach this summer, and in all likelihood

no surgery.