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.