zingerman’s next door cafe

i need some space from everything
i drive to the coffee shop at 9:30am
i know that everyone else is at church
but i am alone, among strangers

i order coffee and climb the stairs
to the second floor, where all is still
couples speak in hushed tones
students work quietly at their laptops

the ceilings slant like ean attic
the windows overlook the street and the shops
i choose a seat on the northwest side
and settle down

i open my phone to webtoons and read lumine
i loose myself in the landscapes and relationships
i want to be noel, to open my home to the lost and hurting orphans
i want to be anna, to defend, understand, protect

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