Fifty-five minutes,

uninterrupted except

by my thoughts – what

better way to spend

this unearned coin of time than

writing a thank-you

note to the universe for

this unexpected open space.

~

Unfortunately

my note of thanks has changed to

a note of complaint.

After fifty-five minutes

of waiting in my

car and dashing off my note 

of thanks , I ‘m ready 

to roll and, yep, you guessed it,

a strange sound and no

movement. Triple A says I’ll

have seventy-five

minutes to write another

note to my friend the universe.

                                                                                                                   JDG