Waiting out the rain

For the price of a coffee I sit
Watch the rain paint spectral distortions across the glass I am
Privileged to be dry privileged to have a few unapportioned minutes
No power on my mobile device no book no newspaper except the mall’s advertising rag

Silence in the mall sparse vehicles in the lot placid visitors elderly strollers
Few people today apparently needed new necessities or jolts of excessive possession

Fogs over concrete hang with anticipation not sure which way to turn
Dusky sparrows seek a refuge in nature not a light fixture or surveillance camera

With me
Sullen visitors run hands over polystyrene nothing to look at
Just the cars pressing down the luminescent pavement
Resin table tops
Acryllic notices of over-salted specials

Why doesn’t everybody have to get somewhere
What a place to find respite from exigence from scheduling from harriment
The barista stares across the linoleum through the glass door
The espresso machines beg for employment
Somewhere someone’s clock digitally advances without noise to the next minute

Andy Oram
May 13, 2018

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