Killer Canasta

Killer Canasta

It was an exhausting day

job interview, killer Canasta

stress sizzled in my brain

silly that I let it affect me

interview encouraging when

I hoped I would be convinced

or she would be convinced

that I wasn’t the person 

I hoped I would remember

the rules for Canasta, but

the rules had changed and

there was so much more to

keep track of and once I said

to a player, “Don’t yell at me”

that was an eye opener since

I hear that admonition often

A learning curve, what I do

that I was now receiving

she wasn’t yelling but she

had irritation in her voice

I got it, time well spent

which left me spent and yet

news, our daughter has

thyroid cancer, we are far

away and pray it is not bad

one of the good cancers if

ever there could be good

she was offered a place 

to repair by her Dad, but I

doubt this is a repair place

for her, since her Dad can’t

remember to be comforting

It was a day I took too seriously

I need to even out and be me

as I am, without fear of anyone’s

appraisal from where they

come from, which is different

than where I come from

to be open to different views

to grow with involvement

For now, I go to sleep 

perchance to dream

scenes of things I need to learn

or scenes of escape from stress

to lilt like a butterfly over pollen

rich flowers there for the taking

where I bury my nose  and then

sneeze, and sneeze, God Bless

God Bless