Sunday, November 10, 2013

Secret pleasure, secret peace

Writing on iPhone 
At Starbucks
With small coffee 
And cookie

Guilty pleasure
Stolen moments 
In my own simple way

Tire slashed
Window broken
Restraining order straining

Straining to contain 
The crazyness of him

What karma have I done
Or left undone
To merit 
Such attention

God grant me peace
I now know 
How precious that is

Not having to wonder
What next, what next,
Behind which bush 
     Will he be 
      Lurking?

And so I sip my latte
Slowly 
Treasuring 
A few moments 
Of peace 
Of secret pleasure