It’s not far, actually quite near.

Soft jazz melodies tickle my ear.

Cozy up with coffee or tea.

I’ll come for many a year.

As always, many people to see.

Chattering voices overlay others’ typing spree.

Near windows, not an empty seat.

The drink ready, a shouted decree.

Menu diverse, some choose to eat.

Barista always asks, add something sweet?

Two leather chairs, ottomans so small.

Relax, and put up your feet.

Notebook open, back to the wall.

Experimenting with various types of scrawl.

Forgetting to leave, deep in thrall.

Looking up, realizing, it’s now nightfall.

Delicate twig cradled by robust hand.

Hardness remains, solemnly missing soft leaves.

Penetrating darkness, pulling quarry to light.

Leaning close reduces the short distance.

Quickly moving, unable to remain still.

Seemingly weak, they possess relative strength.

Miniature might succumbs to maximal strength.

Running, oblivious to the guiding hand.

Graceful movement, unnoticed as water still.

Lips curling, lapping, before it leaves.

Twig empty, eyes fill with distance.

Heavy stare, twig’s weight is light.

Island sparkling light afar near dark.

Forget others remember gathering every thanksgiving.

Sailor afloat intact listing overwhelmed rudderless.

Inside nursing sustenance into dire existence.

Orange resisted again new galley empty.

Adrift drinking rum in fallow tubs.

Adrift droning rivulets intense fiery thunder.

Island seemingly lost among nebulous depths.

Orange rolling along never gaining entry.

Forget original repeated goal every time.

Inside never supplies insight despite emergency.

Sailor anxious inner life on run.