Today is Monday and I have had a headache all day. I need to make an important decision soon and don’t know where to start. I had a “business meeting” this evening that went extremely well but brings up some other things to think about should opportunities present themselves within the next couple of weeks. Sorry for the cryptic nature of the post, more will be revealed as it is discovered and will come in due time. In times like this, I turn to poetry…and cookies. After my meeting I dropped by Caribou Coffee on 14th Street for a chocolate chip cookie and a cup of coffee. Cookie in hand, I then reached for some poetry and this is what I came up with:

Along the path where the stream is talking,
I breathe the mist and continue walking.
The wood it whispers in a language of it’s own.
As a sigh escaped my lips,
I feel the light caress of fingertips that,
steal away the breath and leave me on my own.

Somehow I ended up here in between,
Where there is always the comfort,
Of knowing I’ll never be seen.
When I fall
When I fall
I wait for just one touch,
And I fall.