coffee
quiet conversations overheard
alone at my table
intimately connected
with eye contact and smiles.
an old man goes in
the women's toilet
and I smile and wonder
if I'll do that anytime soon...
I ask about business and bus schedule
and think of present time
as a magnet
attracting past and future -
a multi-levelled dance club
all neon and pounding bass
beautiful people and the night-crazed
pulled in by immediacy
and grinding need to belong -
I think of this as I finish my coffee
and pretend I can't read minds
can't feel the world as a womb
and me just ready to be born.
