Looking out the window of the DINER, I see the moon. It is made PALER against the sky by city lights. A mere crescent, it seems to rise up from the SHEER cliffs of skyscrapers. Now, I see it is joined by a flickering EMBER of light, a jet moving steadily across the sky. A moment of awe and wonder: to savor the creations of humanity and the universe.

Georg’ann

Inside my head so many things,
keeping TRACK of it all is ROUGH.
Imagine every crevice of grey matter stuffed,
bits spilling out, piled up
like something from a Hoarders episode.
Yet my externally facing spaces
show no clutter. Maintained to soothe.

Over a slice of DINER pumpkin pie my mother asked
if I would sort 3 paper bags of accumulated mail.
She’d pay me handsomely,
as she could not distinguish
the junk from the necessary.
Perhaps bills were coming due?

I took the bags home, started a fire,
made a cup of tea.
Poured out the envelopes.
Back into a bag went what needed attention,
the rest I set aflame, piece by piece.
It was actually quick work, so simple.
I sat in bewildered sadness watching
the last remaining EMBER turn
from hot orange red to cooler black.

Heather