Fifteen Minutes

I am full of words but I have only fifteen minutes to write. Fifteen minutes. I can do many things in that time...linger over a cup of coffee, listen to music, write an e-mail...but I cannot write you a story. A story requires that I stare for awhile. I need to hear the words and then sit back and watch as they wrap around each other. Write. Edit. Write again. This week time is limited. Luisa is in Atlanta and I am here with those two little beings that require my custodial care. But, I feel like writing. So, this week, I'll give you all I can - fifteen minutes a day - and we'll see what that looks like.

Steeling Myself - a haiku

This cup of coffee

Must sustain me for the day

What more can I add?

With one minute to spare...