Rain and coffee

Finally I have time

And I don't know what to do with it

but write and wonder

Placid white walls

Then sit in quiet contemplation

An old man ask Why am I not out like the other girls having fun?

Sometimes fun

is silently observing

The laughs

The disagreements

The songs

in the audience

I sit

Entertained

lips shut

for once

Mind still

As the rain puddles

not muddied

clear crystals

Awakened