Late

I'm running late for session again.

It's the fourth time in as many

weeks -

(is every time still a pattern?)

I consider offering Zoom but

I don't, continuing on

to my bike, which is two streets farther than

I remembered leaving

it.

When I arrive my client may be

angry, concerned, delighted...

and I may be

frazzled, guilty, defended...

No matter- something will come from the encounter.

What? God only knows. And us,

in about an hour.