Going over possibilities, what would happen if I moved this way, or that. Fast and then slow, frantic then contained. Trusting inner-vocals…. Measurement, time, pace and peace, lines written after and during coffee.
Look out the conference room window and again think of what brought me here. Knowing the Now and its Composition. Self-doubt drowned with more words, more self-talk and elevation.
Second cup, a phone call, and now looking at clock, counting down till leave. Don’t want to do that though, value the room and me standing at this desk.