Cafe poem

She’s over there wearing docs

I’m over here eating cake.

Those red shoes look country

Kids are for the young, but also the old

I block out sound with sound

Unformed patterns with uniform patterns

Wooden floor, practically laid

She looks agitated, smoothing her hair to soothe herself

Not knowing what to do with hands, when standing waiting

Friends, lovers, partners all meet to talk

Talk, talk, talk and it doesn’t matter what you say

Smiling, looking, acknowledging each other with warmth

Wet feet, wet hair, no hat

Gesticulate to make a point

Shake head in frustration

Eat cake, wonder what’s in her shopping bag

Women with children

We are care givers but still fail to give care to ourselves

We have empathy but still fail to be kind to ourselves

Give so much, but get little in return

Country red shoes, enjoying her coffee

I’m seen but not acknowledged

Wet chairs outside, wet boards inside

Those thinking hard and those trying not to think at all

Understated Christmas lights, give atmosphere with no irritation

We like to gather and feel connected

Sharing a little bit of our lives, our experience with strangers