French toast this morning with an old friend . Blackberry topping , cranberry smoothie , cappuccino , morning music ! We go way back together , elementary school , tenth grade , the birth of my daughters ,when Dad was laid to rest ! You appear every morning at six , in the back of my mind at Noon , sometimes everyday for two weeks straight ! Changing well rehearsed plans at the last minute , gazing out of windows into downtown , coaching myself back from sheer misery , watching calls diverted to voice mail ! Shadows are visible beneath the door ,voices in the hallway , making rash decisions , steering the vessel without me . Trapped in a cube , encircled with wire , receiving wi-fi messages via the mind . A plastic tree in the corner , we're brothers of the charade , appearing perfect , vigorous and dominant when we're actually cheap facades ! Dropped down to my knees , put my face against the air register , cool wind chills my skin , taking me back to another place . Dressed for Winter , braced for frigid weather at the bus stop . Red and blue mittens , silver snow boots , black scarf . Frosted bus windows , people struggling to make it to their cars , laughter on the bus increases , call me zero divisible by one , not water but rain , sent to great heights only to be cast down hard upon the Earth again ! Not steam at street level but a thunderstorm , cloudburst with imminent straight line winds , headfirst into the ground !