Writing Under the Q Flag
Get up.
Get out!
Fresh air on
The coffee shop patio.
Handshakes become
Elbow bumps, eventually
Turning into cautious waves
From six feet away.
The solitary runner
Continues her routine
But what of the writer,
Used to that particular table
On the coffee shop patio?
Sitting at the table
At home,
In the kitchen,
Making her own coffee.
The lack of activity,
Of cars,
Buses,
Trains,
Even the bloody garbage truck!
The quiet of the kitchen
Dries up
Inspiration and motivation.
TV off.
Computer goes to screen save.
Phone on desk
In the other room.
Chair by the window
Pen in hand.
Slow realization
There are things
In the neighborhood
Equally inspiring.
