On My Way to Work ...
An old woman looked at me and gestured
Not afraid, merely routine, two fingers
Turning down flanked by two pointing skyward
Redirecting any evil I meant her
Down another road. I am exorcised,
Yet my only thought of her was that
She was standing at the top of the stairs
Blocking my way unless I took a step left.
Still, she may have seen Satan in my eye
Since I was thinking of him and of what
He and John Milton’s late espoused saint
Said when first they met.
In the elevator
A slender man was juggling his breakfast,
A big orange arcing back and forth
Between his hands. An easy thing to do
But he missed a catch and glared my way.
Whatever business you have with me
Perhaps should wait until tomorrow.
And a note to Michael: Thanks for the comment! Have you a blog I can look at? Let me know.