Soliloqui

i like to creep lightly in life’s quiet crevices
among the harried and hurried crowds.
above the clamor of the coffee cafe
my thoughts are calm and come in rolling waves
no one knows me here
i sit by myself
in myself
watch myself
let the caffeine call to my sleepy senses
they speak
and the sound
escalates to a
hush. no one’s here
i hear no one.