That One
I am that one
Who sits alone in a coffee shop
— observing
Who experiences tears when two people embrace
Who feels disquiet when two dog owners fight outside
I am that one
Who sits alone, writing, in a coffee shop
— observing
But much more than that
— experiencing
The stress of the overwhelmed baristas
The frustration over not being able to find a table
I am that one
Who sits alone in a coffee shop
Taking in the world from a distance
That is too often too intimately close
Who observes
And judges
And then judges the judger with distaste
And returns to
— observing
— feeling (more)
I am that one
That the camera pans to and focuses in on
Sitting alone in the coffee shop
The camera embuing the feeling behind the eyes of the writer
The loner
The observer
I am that one
Who struggles
To make better
Truer
More authentic
More radical
More new
Every single word
In an 800 page novel
I am that one
That sits alone in a coffee shop
That came from no family of name
Of note
Whose strength
Whose fortitude
Whose authenticy
Whose value in this world
Can come from no where
But within
No money
Only one great prospect
No gains
No loving man
Only looks from others
As she sits alone in the coffee shop
— observing
— wondering (if)
— loving
her life
with a tenacity
an authenticity
a completeness
unsurpassed
SMC September 6, 12 ©