The Conversation to the Right of Me

I’m sat in a café.

It’s 12.38.

I’m drinking coffee and whiskey in turn.

I’m eavesdropping on the conversation to the right of me.

I should be focused. I have goals.

Focus.

I can’t.

I’m dragged back to the conversation to the right of me.

I’m latching onto any distraction that presents itself.

Passers-by,

The flies in the window,

The scent of coffee and alcohol.

I find myself redrawn into the conversation to the right of me.

I am on this table; my mind is on another.

I need to focus.

The future waits for no one.

As a matter of fact, it’s here right now.

It’s here again.

I’m losing precious moments sat in a daze.

But then there’s the conversation to the right of me.

Fluid, calm, engaging.

I lean into the distraction.

I am,

present.