adjusting

like the manipulation of my spinal chord
as I lie on my chiropractor's table

the alignment of my vertebrae
falling into place
echoes the feeling of adjusting
to the situations around me

adjusting to the new distance between me and a friend
and the sadness that pours into me when I realize the loss
adjusting to the yearning that vibrates through me, when I catch a glimpse of his face or his smile.

adjusting to my new body
the change of my curves and my stature
the softness I feel
and the substance.

adjusting to this place of transition
of seeing myself far off in the distance and not able to grasp the steps I need to take to get there.

adjusting to the pieces of this puzzle of me that I need to put together.

adjusting to catching my breath, in this moment, and remembering that I have everything that I need or could ever want right now.