Coffee Break

Sunlight falling gently through the shifting cloud-shadows and chatter. Unsteady breezes warm then cool the surfaces of me. A muffled jazz number escapes a high corner of the awning covered bistro. Lyrics of "He said... She said" impose themselves upon the eclectically arranged melody, creating Muzak of the disgruntled and overly amused. This cacophony of white noise glances off the growing serpentine barriers of my solitude. Seeking myself within myself, the horns and drumbeats amplify into a soundtrack of my descent. Heralding the arrival of myself into myself. The turbid currents of my deepening waters toss me, cradle me. Unclean yet serene, peace begins to precipitate these particles of my cloudy fear. With a clarity of the Oracle's perspective I watch the images of my soul cast upon the cave walls of my mind. I sit for a while as I entertain myself. So glad to mostly see myself. I am jerked back to preality by a too large man squeezing past me. He stoically refuses to see how his obesity has intruded upon my frailty. With polite remorse I forgive the infraction while settling back into my poorly disguised egobesity. the strings and keys are once again overwhelmed by the drivel of the blank faced crowd. the sharpness of the large man's cigar creates an unfavorable breeze. I squint into the harsh sunlight as I observe the retreat of my solitude with a familiar regret.