"Third Table From The Left..."

Cafe

“Third Table From The Left…”

 

I wandered the Café today.  Found this:  Tears on the Boulevard

A Poem by Plainly Meg.

 

Heck of a question …Meg.  But a real one.

 

This made me look inside and thoughts started leaking.

For me, it's only when the reality within what I see …touches

behind my eyes… thank YOU.

 

Give the Lady a pause, your mind will notice.

 

 

“Third Table From The Left…”

 

I know why I wandered the Café today.

But not because -

 

It's raining here…

cold, the chill kinda cold.

The white noise silence.

A deep breath of Tuesday,

…always a Tuesday…

(do you talk your thoughts aloud?

And yeah - I’ve been known to -

a time or ten.)

 

I remembered Portugal;

a month circling Crete;

glaciers and fjords;

“To Missing Friends…”;

peacocks and gardens:

three-lane one-lane byways:

the M80:

…and then Istanbul.

 

I retouched “innocence”,

and naivete,

smiles

and the long, unseeing stares.

 

I can taste the echoes

…and that’s so wrong -

but it’s what we do now.

 

Guess I’ll go back to wandering.

Yeah, that’s it …wandering, and listening

and pausing

…to let the rain

…out…

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

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[MomzillaNC]

I really identify with these lines. You've rather captured my mood lately.

do you talk your thoughts aloud?
And yeah - I’ve been known to -
a time or ten.

…wandering, and listening
and pausing
…to let the rain
…out…