The café is a cacophony:
walls of flat screen faces peer.
Two-dimensioned mouths that fill
with one dimensioned noise.
Man and woman in muted grays
sit across from one another,
eyes blind in binary blaze.
Could there be a moment when
one could attend amid the sound
to listen to the subtle pause:
the quiet standing in between?
Hearing makes us mad with wonder
or perhaps the silent beat
drives us to lucidity.
To support the poet’s benign coffee addiction: Coffee.