All Our Cells: Cars, Monastic, and Other

Yesterday was a good day--we all headed to Bristol for church in our separate cars and lunch afterward. The classy brunch place was closed because of some kitchen malfunction, so we went to a different downtown hotel for a different lunch experience.Happily, they had both a breakfast and a lunch menu; it could have been worse.Today I head down I 26 in a different direction towards Columbia. A grad school friend had a catastrophic stroke 2 years ago, and she's in a skilled nursing unit in Columbia. I try to get down to see her every 4-6 weeks. After that visit, I'll swing by the house of another grad school friend.This morning I was thinking about cells, the Julian of Norwich kind, and cars, the modern cell and wondering about poem possibilities, even though I'm sure I've used that imagery before. I'll post the poem, but that doesn't mean I won't revisit this idea. After all, I wrote the poem a long time ago, during a different time of commuting to adjunct jobs in South Florida. What…