Lunch at King Maa restaurant

No longing, no regrets
no guilt over what was or wasn’t.

Here, spearing the last
cube of chicken from my plate

viola playing in my ear
piano accompaniment

sun, blue sky, wisp clouds at fringe
cars drive by, people walking

from the mirror behind
to the glass beside

disappearing behind the mirror ahead.
Yellow daylilies, green spike leaves

royal blue Mini (mine)
with white racing stripes and top

a wren in the tree of heaven
cool inside, hot outside

glass of water, ice clinking.

Breath out
breath in

heart beats in even rhythm
eyes open, pen moving

this one moment…
this one moment.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2012

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine