Felicitous (on a Saturday afternoon)
I am hidden
somewhere in Tampa
phone in borrowed car
with doors locked
and I’m
in the corner
of a coffee house


sipping dirty chai, iced
behind my Bible
plugged up by massive
headphones
and I
feel a rush,
like I escaped
and am missing.
Now,
to meet with the
all-seeing Eye…

11.3.12
As We Left Off
Dear Felicitous,
Thanks for welcoming me
back
to your corners
and crevices
where I feel
hidden.
Feels
like I’ve much
to share with you
3 or 4 months
is it?
And much can
change in
that many days!
But to sit in your
dimly-lit gaze
and bury my face
in pages
while sipping
your sweet
drinks–
spiced chai latte, iced
this time–
this,
this just seems
right
and I refrain
from
my long explanation
of where, how, why
I’ve been
gone for so long.
We just
embrace
and pick up
as we left off.