A fluttering rush!
But always time for the cafe
Before the airport.


Yellow brick–splashed bright
Sunlight from warehouse windows
Red hot latte with cayenne.


I can gaze past my coffee
– Past the sheets –
I can gaze past the bedroom
Past the doorway blocking me.

I can gaze past my life now
– All the way –
I can gaze through time to take me –
Into the future!