Yesterday was one of those gray sleepy days
My mind was a bit foggy.
I turned the lamps on early
And made cookies.
Before I retired I used to sit at a desk all day reading
Cases and researching points of law
Drafting lists of critical questions to
Surrounded by books and files
Stacked up at my elbow, teetering in a pile on the floor.
In adjoining offices
My secretary and my partner and a paralegal talked
About legal matters, their
Voices a background murmur
And someone might be pouring coffee.
I was busy, always busy at work
Telephone ringing with clients, court, lawyers on the line
And appointments, sometime two or three
In a row.
I don’t miss those days but
My ankles weren’t stiff back then
And sometimes I miss the race.