Luggage

The eight poems posted under this post were written while I waited for the bus last Wednesday. I also wrote this one about courage. I was thinking, in part, about The Book of Qualities. I was channeling the energy/frustration of the long bus wait. In retrospect it was a pretty productive hour. I wrote this one - about a holy friend - during that time.

Here's one right out of the oven:

All that I see goes

In the bags under my eyes

They are for storage