she's finally coming around

so what have we learned,

i ask

my therapist

when she points at the clock,

and says

time's up.

what have learned today,

i say again,

writing out the check

for two hundred dollars.

she giggles

and says, oh you.

finally, i think she's beginning

to open up,

laugh a little, relax

in her chair

and unfold her defensive

arms.

she seems to be finding

joy again

in what she does,

and to stop thinking that the

world has gone

to hell in a basket,

whatever that means.