Wednesday, March 20, 2013


I spent an hour in a
coffeehouse this morning.
It was a kindness to
a heart bruised
by bad dreams and
recent disappointments.
I have been tasked
with being nice
to myself.
Who knew it could be
so hard?

1 comment:

  1. You've taken on a task worthy of tackling every single day, until it becomes an expectation and not something to plan.

    And I know what you mean about the healing powers of a coffee house. There's something about getting out, being a friend among strangers, and listening to the low hum of chatter.