I sit, I sup, I ponder.

A cafe to rest my weary torso,
Weakened from the daily woes,
Toils brewed and eased.
Coffee eases the strain.
It opens my train of thought.
In voluntary isolation it remains apart!

Deep within my own World.
Away from speech, 
My ears to choose.
My muse in others words.
What is spoken,
What is heard 
All at my beck and call.
An introvert or in the moment you say.
Visual can feast I won’t deny.
An impromptu vow of silence,why.
Mental stimuli with tongue agreeably tied.
Sit savour a moment longer
Ponder as the world moves by.

© munster 2023
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