IN THE CAFÉ: TRYING FOR ENLIGHTENMENT
~it’s like soldiers in combat—they’re scared, but they do their mission.
~a fragment overheard
It’s like that Hospice nurse with her to-go
latte. It’s like the pediatrician
with the plain blue mug. Who knows what they’ll see
today? It’s like that schizophrenic friend
of mine who time after time tells himself
the voices are demons Jesus casts out.
Look at them, will you? And tell me
you’re the only one. Oh somewhere in this
favored world the sun is shining bright—is
it here, where the north wind finally blew
away the ridiculous autumn heat,
where I can sit at a sidewalk table
and listen to psychobabble while I
pretend to be writing in a notebook?
September 10, 2015