Inspired by challenges at Poet's Place Cafe, a forum designed to hone your writing skills. |
The Air Outside No problem gluing myself to my seat this yucky morning. The soggy air outside soaks into my soul and grounds my mind. But here in my desk chair cockpit, I snap on my seatbelt and let my fingers fly. It doesn't matter where they take me, from this vantage point the world is mine. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |