Caught Up

Misplaced mug of lukewarm latte,
Watercolor paint brushes soaking
The spin of the dryer winding down
The flap of shades knocking against the window
I walked into the kitchen
My cell phone beeped
Windblown pages of my novel scattered.
On the floor.
 I found a wayward coffee bean.
And dust bunnies between the 
Refrigerator and the counter.
Daily Good messaged me that 
There is no love, if there is no trust
And I wondered if that is the 
Core issue in my unfinished novel.

Caught Up
I found my latte on the counter 
Hidden between the 
The wrong cheese I bought on sale
I wondered how to doctor it up
Coming back to trust
Mistakes; lagging thoughts.
Too good to be true
Or an opportunity to share
Or beware. 

Caught up 
The one day in a week 
When all laundry is clean
Beds remade, the house
Vacuumed and dusted.
I sit, read, 
Lost in a book, 
Someone else wrote.
A novel of intrigue, yearning, and resolution

Caught Up
Misplaced mug of lukewarm latte
Rejected cheese, 
The beep of a text message
I’m downstairs: an unexpected visitor
The wind rattles the shade
I lose my place
And welcome in a friend.
To fill the space.
I listen with intent
to stories from afar
Ukrainian life worries
Of an undone world. 
Where trust dissolves
And love remains.

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