It’s on the books. The meeting Wednesday noon,
another Tuesday evening, then early early Wednesday.
No wonder he calls it my cult. How silly it seems,
the same thing over and over, not just once weekly
but again and again…
It on the books. As important as anything else
on the appointment calendar. More, even.
It’s what keeps the keel of my boat aligned,
what makes me sane, what makes life livable.
It’s on the books, and because it’s there
I’ll go…especially when I’d rather not.