Judy by Emma Tobin.
Being Wise Thirty-Three September 19, 2021
Fog today, they say, but no rain.
High eighties, then rain and cooler.
I gave up driving, but that requires
patience again and again. I learn
to wait, to calm myself, trust my
helpers to come through, to get it
right, remind myself of all that is
going well. I can still read and
write. I walk better. I’m teaching
and learning. I have enough money
and work I love. No serious complaints.
I’ll die one day, but not yet. I eat well,
sleep well, if not predictably. We edge
toward winter. I ordered fat wood.
The stove is clean and ready to fire up.
The vegetable garden is still producing
a few tomatoes, some okra. Not
everything is possible, but the important
things still are. I can speak, and
people listen.
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