Let Me Be a Cafe Writer

Let me be a cafe writer.

Let me write in the warmth, in the wild burst of life

With radio playing, children crying

And women comparing their weights

Let me write with the chatter, with old people talking

With the push of the chair, the toddler banging

And the waitress offering scones

Oh let me be a cafe writer and I promise you poems

Of sweetness, of kindness,

The moments of soft exchange,

The room from the cold

The space to unfold

The places of refuge

The moments of nothing

Just afternoon teashops

The moments of treasure:

The warmth of the tea room

The chatter of children

The kindness of strangers

The stuff of our heartbeats

The moments we live by

Our days drifting by.