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.