A Saturday morning,
an American coffee shop,
a normal milling of the usual,
latte, specialty drinks, fritters,
my black coffee,
and people scattered throughout the room
wearing their apple watches, laptops, fit-bits,
along with the regular crowd …
An iconic assortment defines who we are
as a society living within each other’s reach,
eye contact, thoughts, ability to dialogue,
all of our bodies sharing an energy far beyond our comprehension.
These are the moments when I wish I could
speak directly to the minds of everyone around me
without interrupting, without invading, without discouraging,
a happiness, a need to concentrate, a desire to have fantasy
take them away if just for the sip of their coffee drink,
away from the pain and suffering and confusion that does truly
intrude upon their daily lives.
I suppose most of the time when we think of others
we are certainly measuring our own,
so now is when I could acknowledge those fears
to be inside me,
that inner demon that allows me only certain moments
of quiet solace in the crowd.
I end up thinking though that if I am one,
suffice there are probably many.
where I stand to reflect upon my day,
another might bury themselves in their
quest to figure out why they are so consumed.
We all stand together separate, engaged, disjointed,
We all prefer standing room only to human interaction.
*photo found on rulesforhumans.wordpress.com
© Thom Amundsen 2015