The space between
The opening of our eyes
To the closing of the same for rest
Is most certainly filled with surprise.
We plan, we strategize the future
With the best of intentions
Until a phone call
The onset of labor and the breaking of water
As it is meant to.
[Poem #246. Context: I’ve found, life changes right when I’m doing something else. You may feel the same way too. I was at my job doing my morning routine when I received the phone call that a kidney was available for me. Today, I was at my job when my wife called, “Baby….Coming!!!” Baby boy is a week and a half early and he and my wife are doing swell.]