Poem about this fast paced world. Written after a visit from my corporate-world sister. |
In Your Cappuccino World How long has it been since you watched a bent sunflower raise its face to the morning sun? Or listened to cornstalks whisper in endless, quiet, afternoon fields? How long has it been since you wrote down a phone number with your child's favorite majenta crayon on a scrap of paper from the coloring book? All your images are American Express. You know the concierge at the airport Hilton, by his first name. You have come to expect the same shiny Sebring convertible to greet you at the Airport rent-a-car, every bi-weekly visit. You know the mint will be on your pillow. You can't believe in Kansas anymore. You've lived too long in big cities with your cappuccino mornings and four long-distance phone calls during an intimate dinner. It means nothing to you, no difference hustling the big deals over Bailey's cream You can't believe in solitude. It isn't in the monthly plan. There's no commission in it for you. Well, I hate to clue you in, hon' But, the sun still sets low in the sky with its oranges, reds, and touches of purple. Even when you don't watch it. Rainbows still kiss your eyelashes on dewy wet mornings in early Spring. Ducks still wait on simple, quiet ponds for someone to throw breadcrumbs. You just miss those things In your cappuccino world. |