The Copier and My First Day

Meeting Suki My first day at the school office was daunting

Everyone is so busy no time to teach me Don’t even know how to answer their phones

And me In my red suit coat and black slacks looking all professional Then someone asks me, “are you the new secretary?” Proudly, I answer, “yes, I am”. “Well, the copier is broken!”

I’ve fixed a few copiers in my day I check it out and knew the paper jam was underneath the damn thing So I shinny under the copier in my $200 red suit coat, looking for the jam

Suddenly this blonde head with a sparkling smiley face is nose-to-nose with me In a laughing, sunny voice she says to me, “can I help you with this?” “It’s my first day too”

We both laughed hearty laughs and found the jam

And I knew at that moment that I had met my sister of love Instantly I could feel our energies meld together Talking non-stop and laughing

God, it felt good to have a friend that first day

Eleven years later and Suki is still my love and my rock And I am hers. We are each other’s umbrella, or bulldozer if the situation warrants

When we are together in a room, we must be touching It’s an automatic reflex, the energy is phenomenal

All because I had to fix a copy machine.

Judi Opager November 15, 2020