Coffee Crisis

Gee, I'm glad I love coffee so much. And I really love the fact that I spilled it in my computer bag, therefore short-circuiting my previously wonderful charger, warping into unrecognizable shapes my precious work check, and sending my earphones on a trip to the trashcan. Boy that was fun. A fun day, very fun.

After that wonderful interlude into my day, I have had a fairly calming evening. Unusual, I know. Those of you who know me well realize this is a rarity. Sitting alone for a brief moment is sometimes heaven. There is no inward noise, simply to obnoxious singing of the street and perhaps an occasional low droning from the apartment below.

Nice.

His Foot-Fall

Twisted, narrow, skinny road


One direction my heart to hold


A fate unclear, a path unmarked


Under this perception do I embark




Unsightly, rocky, hidden path


Necessary use of a sturdy staff


Unpredicted findings, undiscovered ways


Yet boldly I venture within the haze




Tiny, blurry, far-lost print


A hope amidst confused torment


Now strengthened traveler, new lighted eye


If the choice is Guidance, I will not go awry




Becca