on the run

the smell of coffee sticks to my clothes.

i will walk from here carrying an aura of caffeine
people will part like a wake as i pass
with a sudden need to sit with a paper and chat
in a half lit room surrounded by noisily-made orders.

i have an appointment to keep,
but i am extending the downtime
and underestimating the time of commute.

something in me wants to keep still.

i will turn into something different
as i always do.
water is infinitely mutable
and i aspire to be like water.

but have you ever wondered,
if there is something brittle
holding each to its own nature?

modern life stretches the taffy
of our natures just to see
how much it can take
and how much it can give.
endurance and productivity
are key to an economy seeking
perpetual motion machines.

someday soon, water will tire of
playing vapor and liquid and ice
and will sublimate somewhere far from here
free from transformations.

and i will leave this cafe
with the smell of coffee on me
with a wake full of silly dreams.