On Monday I saw my mom off at the airport and took the train back into town.  I had two hours before my usual commitment, so I sat in a coffee shop at Westlake Center, and later up in the empty food court.  I had brought my usual early morning activities – prayer and devotional reading.  The overlapping of unaccustomed views with my work brought new colors and insights.  

Today I felt weary of iambic pentameter, so I allowed the images and thoughts to take their own form:

Rain speckled windows

Rain heckled walkers

Valentined workers

Magic smile’s warmth

Hot foamy latte

Baristas laughing

Businessmen talking

Measuring worth

Flash glimpse of something

Glancing up pensive

Fusions of insight

Inklings of truth

Something to hold on

Take when I go on

Pondering, breathing

Walking through rain

Later reflection

Precious connection

Light glimmers lifting me

Homeward again.