Starbucks Alone
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
With so many peopled environments fostering isolation, is it any wonder popular gatherings for coffee remain communities of loneliness? (Image by Sethgodin)
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Starbucks Alone
by Odin Roark
Rooms of tabled people.
Immobilized installations.
Who
will dare my eyes to appreciate
their abandoned yesterday,
their fearful today,
their unknown tomorrow?
Who
will dare let beat their heart
without fear,
without prejudice?
Who
from behind another detached table
will raise their face to mine,
relinquish their disguise,
and assuage another’s loneliness
with… “hello”?