A simple joy


Tea with milk is comforting, like a warm blanket on a chilly night, whereas
a café latte is a slap-shot of energy.
The distilled leaves are light and thirst quenching, while
roasted beans eat like oatmeal or dark chocolate.
Sipping,
eyes closed,
I am transported to slow afternoons in cafes when time was my friend, and

I fill with gratitude for this tiny pleasure.

Over The Top

Over, under, through
The setting sun chases violet clouds across the twilight sky
Spreading out a blanket of stars
As the Earth prepares for sleep with a sigh

Over, under, through
We roll along canyons of concrete
Encased in our metal and glass carapaces...
Seeking comfort and warmth as darkness blankets the landscape

Sleepwalking and blind,
Oblivious to the hum of night,
We eat
We drink
We sit in digital dreams,
Overcome and under a spell of our own making, through the nocturnal mist.