The Café

I would sit there for many hours Surrounded by my contemplative silence- My senses as warm as my latte; My mind as frosty as my cheesecake The mixed scents of Earl Grey, cinnamon tea, Mocha, and caramel macchiato would encircle me Almost like they slowly become part of My breath: breathe in, then stealthily breathe out I would hear laughter coming from one Corner and whispering from another And each corner would seem to me more like A different world, each as distant as an era I would at times engage in a crossword puzzle Or skim through all the contemptuous headlines And at other times I would simply read, think, Write, or just watch some cars indolently pass by The sounds of music playing, coffee brewing, fork-knife Clattering and people chewing would all form A unanimous sound: Serenity I swallow it down with every sip of my coffee In these amber hues for hours I would sit Amidst these faces, leather chairs, and empty Spaces- the same coffee would brew, the same Music would play, and my same mind would In its serenity, so utterly subdue