That One

I am that one

Who sits alone in a coffee shop

— observing

Who experiences tears when two people embrace

Who feels disquiet when two dog owners fight outside

I am that one

Who sits alone, writing, in a coffee shop

— observing

But much more than that

— experiencing

The stress of the overwhelmed baristas

The frustration over not being able to find a table

I am that one

Who sits alone in a coffee shop

Taking in the world from a distance

That is too often too intimately close

Who observes

And judges

And then judges the judger with distaste

And returns to

— observing

— feeling (more)

I am that one

That the camera pans to and focuses in on

Sitting alone in the coffee shop

The camera embuing the feeling behind the eyes of the writer

The loner

The observer

I am that one

Who struggles

To make better

Truer

More authentic

More radical

More new

Every single word

In an 800 page novel

I am that one

That sits alone in a coffee shop

That came from no family of name

Of note

Whose strength

Whose fortitude

Whose authenticy

Whose value in this world

Can come from no where

But within

No money

Only one great prospect

No gains

No loving man

Only looks from others

As she sits alone in the coffee shop

— observing

— wondering (if)

— loving

her life

with a tenacity

an authenticity

a completeness

unsurpassed