Here As I Am
I do ponder the many faces,
oh so many hours of time,
lost on the need to recognize,
a desire to know more,
for the moment,
these eyes, maybe a smile,
certainly the extent of a hot summer day,
coffee, laptop and a little music,
and am I a part of today’s society?
Have I met the standard of approval,
a person may suggest to themselves in private,
while whisking away their latte,
perhaps a chi tea, or the coffee of the day.
We’re all here
imagining only that which we are,
in the manner of a moment capable
of grasping, while all around us,
the life of others seems to replicate the same.
At least the coffee is fresh,
beyond the ideals turned stale.
We might just sit here every day,
same chair, same glance through windows,
perhaps never to be noticed again,
at least so the mind seems to say.