Found My Spot

Greenery outside, mountains and sky,

In my chair, no one around, viewing the

world in my magic screen.

Somewhat protected from some critical

movements in the world.

Somewhat at a distance, monkish, cut

off from the world because I chose to be.

I go out in the mornings, drink coffee

on the steps of the coffee house, do my

crossword puzzle, breath in the humanity,

maybe talk to a few acquaintances or

strangers…then, I get my stuff and go

back to the casita and stare out the window.

Looking into the mirror

I stare back

into the world.