No Matter the Where
A coffeehouse in a strange town.
It does not matter where.
Simply give me a place to sit.
Far away from the here and now,
a place where no one can find you,
where you are not needed
The flotsam is torn away.
The scales on your eyes fall away.
The scars soften.
And your soul remembers
who you are.
About this poem
Some people get lonely. I don’t. Give me a couple of days away, truly away, and I become someone I like a lot.
The picture was taken near Newport. RI.