May 21 – Alone

commuting, alone
stuck in the car, with my thoughts
OH, is it crowded!

There are mornings when I manage to get the car on to I85 and over to my 2nd lane from the left and start going over things that are on my mind and the next thing I know, I am passing my exit to Peachtree St.

I wonder how I got there.

May 20 – Smiled at the face

Smiled at the face
in the mirror. He winked.
It was not his face.

Adapted from The Three Day Blow by Ernest Hemingway

“I’ll get some more water,” Nick said. He went out into the kitchen again. He filled the pitcher with the dipper dipping cold spring water from the pail. On his way back to the living room he passed a mirror in the dining room and looked in it. His face looked strange. He smiled at the face in the mirror and it grinned back at him. He winked at it and went on. It was not his face but it didn’t make any difference.