Portents

 

The medical appointment
Tomorrow is the last for
Several days, feeling
Longer – circling
The sky. Storm clouds
Threatening but no rain
Yet.  Will we crumple

Before we reach it
Or reaching it fail in some
New way?  I can see the
Mountain and feel the rain
That has yet to fall.
Much of it encourages
Our staggering progress,

Keeping us busy
Watching the time –
Fans circling from the
Ceiling.  I pulled back
The turkey’s skin Thursday
Sprinkled in the herbs,
Waited for a sign.