The sound of coffee Brewing; Music raining down From a darkened stormy Cloud. I watch the clouds grow And then edge their way Over To the Ceramic perimeter. They fade away and Expose The rich, black New moon. A new moon For a new day….

When the world is turning left, I look right. When it’s waltzing, I tango. I do them well. Just not always in rhythm. I’m great at a party, if I’m engaged. Otherwise, I sit and observe. I do that well, too. When the world is…