The call came in last Sunday morning.
I heard only snips of sentences
as my world began to list sharply starboard…
Your uncle has fallen…
taking him to the ER…
you need to come now to secure the house and dog…
A voice somewhere distant
but within me
assured them I would be there as soon as I could.
And taking on a rush of dark water,
I forced myself to breathe one last breath of clear air
and dove in.
Six days at sea
with brine in my eyes
and limbs aching from swimming
tending to animals,
and fighting with sharks snapping fear at a frightened man
as a means to take away his confidence
simply because he has guaranteed insurance to pay them.
And now, on the seventh day, I can see shore.
He is coming home and I will be there
with wet eyes and a weary smile
and my feet again planted firmly in the sand.
So my Friday turned into Saturday… it’s okay. I struggle to take care of all I care for and still have managed to write this week for myself. I had to smile when I saw this week’s prompt – there are no coincidences. :) Love to all… Happy December.