Saturday

Sitting on my chaise

sipping strong espresso

last year's 

poets and writers

spread across my lap

The city sky

is a muddy grey

of coastal cloud

and exhaust from the week

I should

step across the threshold

into the day

but

all I want to do

is

sit

sip

and 

stare

at a two dimensional world

in my lap,

out my ash stained

windows

and that glorious

terrifying

maze in my mind

NaPoWriMo Day 22