10-Line Tuesday

February 2, 2010

Monday martinis

Yes, for a moment I thought it sacrilegious, an affront
to those who could have used the money, the causes
with dwindling funds and escalating needs. I can't
tell you I didn't sit there, glass in hand, the cozy noises
of the bar surrounding me, and not feel the tug, the tremor
in the heart. And yet there are choices that could choke
our own happiness if we let them. The drink was not an error
in judgment but simply two friends gathering to poke
through the thick skin of the day. And thus assembled, a feeling
arose to tell their stories, which is its own small act of healing.