Sometimes I just need a quiet space.
Long after everyone else has gone home.
No one else around me.
Dog asleep beneath my desk.
Trying to put words on a page.
The old fashioned way with pen and paper.
Reaching back through the day
Pushing my way through a crack in my everyday amour
To see beneath the surface
Of what you see when you see me
Of what I see when I look in the mirror.
To catch a glimpse for a moment
Of who and how I really am.