It is hard to enter
when I've traveled so far
yet bemoan disembarking
from the seat of my car
It is hard to be heard
when I'm muffled by cloth
like a whisper concealed
unbeknownst to the boss
But I walk to the door
then secure first a seat
which enlivens the soul
of the writer I seek.
I'm inspired despite
the pandemic's restraints
and the limits imposed
of the freedoms it takes.
So I distance myself
and I scribble away--
a creative so brave
at a coffee house one day.