SECOND WIND

The alarm goes off.

It’s six a.m.; ‘tis early -

But that’s my habit.

I lie there, awake,

Savoring my warm blanket

Before I get up.

I need to drive her

Up to Cleveland Clinic, now;

Bracing for the drive.

Ninety minutes fly.

With traffic speeding by us,

We arrive in time.

Exhausted, we leave.

The long drive home seems shorter

Then the one going.

Home, it’s supper time.

I reach inside the freezer

For that prepared meal.

Dinner is now over.

Dishes and clean-up are done.

Pajamas sound great.

I think about it -

My day – how it went for us.

I’m glad it’s over.

I thank the good Lord

That, at least once during my day,

A “second wind” blew.