Weary

Gravity multiplies
My limbs' weight trebled
I am pinned to my chair
Captive
To exhaustion

I only work one day a week...

Chai Latte

Basking.
Curled like a cat
Kate purrs with contentment
In the late autumm sun.

Hands cupping a mug
Of guilt-free skinny
She feels the warmth
Seep through to her soul.

A sanctuary of stillness
Carved out of the rocky hillside of her life
A hermits cell
An unspoken prayer.

You may seek God in abbeys
Cathedrals and windswept Celtic isles
But in their absence
A corner of a coffee house will do.