I'm back. I went into the living room to grab Maya Angelou's book of poems (though I love so many of them, two of my favorites: "Caged Bird" and "Still I Rise"), and suddenly the following poured out from my fingertips. I can't make heads or tails of it, but there it is. And there it sits until I decide whether I like it or need to push a word here, bend a word there, mix a few up elsewhere. What do you think? I don't even have a title for it.

A crystal fog
So murky and blue
I cannot see
This vision of you

I squint and glare
In the bright sunlight
But still I'm blind
No matter how I fight

Push open a window
Feel a breeze
A soft trail of ice
Beneath my knees

Beads of sweat
Run down my face
I wonder how
I'll get out of this place

Take a moment
Let time stand still
Hold this space
And remember your will

A crystal fog
So murky and blue
Maybe now I see
This vision of you


Good night, everyone!

Jodi