Suspended . . .

in that no-man’s land


choice presented

and indecision,

no more.


iPhone Nostalgia

A song pulses,


reverberates within my soul

As I gaze through rising steam,

Courtesy of a mug of tea —

for reflection purposes.

Empty the device of photos . . .

On to another

A fresh start, purging of the past

Two years. Where have they gone?

Onward to the new memories,

Not forgetting the present

In the process

The song changes.

It’s a new one, I’ve never heard.

A wise purchase.