Musings at Lunch

Musings at Lunch

Gold tea steams
In a child's ceramic cup

A jazz tune hovers
Just beneath
The mutterings and mumblings
Of businessmen
Sitting in the corner booth

Blowing then sipping
With eyes focused on the leaves
That have settled to the bottom

Listening and looking for some clear words
That may divulge a new inspiration
Or investment

Then a strange idea walks through the door
These people and sounds
This seat and this tea
And this message written
In the bottom of this cup
[and upon this napkin]

These things have always been here
Waiting and waiting and waiting
For this one moment in time

For me

How precious and sacred is that?
How incredible is that investment advice?

-- Owl