Life

Our lives are a
Series of encounters
With the unknown each one
A chance to enrich ourselves and
Others by our mutual sharing
Though I notice some fear
To see reality from some
Perspective other than
What is their own.
New languages
New customs
New faces
Are why
Travel
Broadens
The mind and
Routine broadens
Our own bottoms as
We fear to color outside
The lines knowing we restrict
Our horizons to our own detriment
Though I admit a comfortable
Routine is pleasant like the
Cafe where I sit and read
Sipping my hot tea first
Cup with milk second
Cup lemon-ginger
Third orange and
Last cup peach
All with lemon
Slices to fill
Two or
Three
Hours of
Contemplation
Basking in self-denial
By not ordering an English
Muffin well toasted with two
Pieces of bacon butter
And some junky
BlackBerry
Jam
One of
Life’s culinary
Encounters in a
Padded booth
Comfy for a
Tushy.