Limbo

The calm of another morning betrays nothing of the pending upheaval. The fountain is running, the hummingbirds gather at the feeder, and Simone snores on the recliner. All of this is about to change. I don't know who will fill the hummingbird feeder, take care of the fountain, or how Simone will adapt to the New Mexico digs. I do know I have work to do. Teaching, prison, house cleaning all will take every moment I have. No time to think about what's coming. It will just get here and I'll deal with it. The limbo, though, is deceptive, a bit too quiet.