Thursday, April 6, 2017

Moment

Hello, you.

Yes, you.

Sitting in this coffee shop, 
 your brow furrowed,
 your fingertips on your laptop,
 your mind trapped
  between your work and a cup of Joe.

You come here often,
 almost as much as I do.

You usually order a
tall
brewed
coffee
with one cream.

On other days, when you enter the doors
with
a wide grin
and
a heart full,
you get a large
soy
mocha.

You have a corner
(it used to be my
corner, until you came)
where you carry your
 drink
 and plug in
  your laptop
  your mouse
  your headphones
  your
stress.

Sometimes, 
I notice you 
  notice me
  noticing you
but only
for a second.

One
cursory
glance.

But while your eyes are on me
your thoughts are in
 the words you type
 the lights that dance on your screen
 the cup you press
to your lips.

I often wonder
if we work for one man
and he destined
for us to be 
coworkers
in this little

space.

Hoping the cups we drink 
are ample substitutes
to the watercooler
he will not
pay for from a
million 
miles away.

But your eyes flit to your computer, 
always clouded with
 unending deadlines 
 bills overdue
 worries
of your success.

I know this because 
my own screen pulses
with 
 dreams
 desires
 doubts.

I hope one day
you will look
up to see
me
raise my
cup
at you
with
a smile
and a silent
hello.

And I hope
on that day
you will
lean back
raise your
cup
and have a moment 
with
me.

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