What Crosses My Mind

  • Looking The Part

    Wonder the curling fingertips, the adamant task drawing locks security in the presence of life.   Check austere provisions, a smooth swiff, filling jars, a man pacing the room, always in a wonder of how.   A picture of human interaction “I’m going solo” spoke a gentleman java guide, off to the focal point where…

  • Shaded Tone

    Amid a shelter sun glances my natural setting, I do imagine only the lightest of notion, the beauty of the day, the ease in time, to know our lives were meant to live this way.   When the eyes forever see the forest blend, Is it not a remarkable reality to breathe in, such beauty…

  • In The Silent Cafe

    This body sits alone in silent recall, the voices, the activity, the monstrous sound of espresso being ground, for the hurried and swaggered consumer.   They are all bound for some adventure, perhaps a honey-do list, bending forward, and falling backward, their tastes are measured by those around, and one solo black coffee seems far…

  • Conversations Again

    I’m sitting in my local coffee shop, listening to Bjork shout angst toward human behavior, and I have to pause, listen to the words, watch the lips move, ‘same as it ever was’ a lyric David Byrne gave us years ago, and yet, the conversations are still the same, people trying to make each other,…

  • Sights in a Small Town Cafe

    I watched the lines continue to grow, all wanting, waiting, wishing, yet I never knew the latter, especially by expression, I only managed to maybe gather, their reasons to be seemed rather the same as mine and yours.   Not your typical cafe I might add, the people wanting much more, than the usual scenario…

  • Welcome Here

    Now There is this place I feel like I belong where I can see beyond a world inside my head a place where original notions might evolve An analyst’s couch where once we told our darkest nightmare, that undecided frightened look of terror only for his eyes later her eyes were telling the same truths…

  • Coffee, Please

    summer brew smells and delights for everyone to taste we all arrived at different times all wanting the same ideal perhaps a latte, summer cooler, smoothie, I will preference a hot black coffee please we are your neighbor, business woman, lunch breaker, visitor, we will talk about  a lot of the same things all day…

  • I Can See

    Which one are you in the midst of time, a clever rendezvous in life’s sweet climb. ~ Perhaps you held the key to love all along the rest being shelled, wanting to belong. ~ I watched a moment twenty years ago today that’s what you meant, acting in that plaintive way. ~ If we could…

  • Sitting Amongst Each Other

    We are all here, together again in the same room, we walk different paths, together we need directions, though if face you in the eye suddenly that desperation, fear that mocks our very sanity steps inside my realm, tweaks the moment … where did all the peace go, that just minutes before exists, when we…